I cannot bear the excitement of dissipation as I once could. This day was passed in
paying the price of yesterday’s pleasure. John being himself unwell, we gave up the
plan we had formed of going to Nahant, and I went to the Office where I passed a quiet
day. This is the day usually devoted to Cambridge,1
but though I passed a pleasant time yesterday, my fondness for Cambridge was very
transient, and I feel now very slightly disposed to a further intimacy with it. I
did not dine, my system having been in a disordered state and injured very much yesterday.
My spirits also having been much forced, the re-action was proportional. Returned
to Quincy with John and passed the evening quietly. The President returned late.