I occupied myself before breakfast in writing a letter to my Mother.1 On going to the Office, received the news of the result in the late New York election2 which tends to convince me that the term of my Father’s Presidency is drawing to it’s close. A circumstance which is deeply to be regretted but to be met with fortitude. The morning was occupied pretty much in conversation upon the subject and my spirits were certainly none of the best. The day was rather wasted, not much having been done besides a small portion of Selwyn and Cruise. In the afternoon I went to Medford with Mr. Brooks, the weather was severely cold for this Season of the year, and my ride was a very sharp one. Abby was well and in great spirits at seeing me.