Morning cold but clear. Not much of any thing done in the course of the day. Read a little law and went to Medford with Mr. Brooks where I spent the remainder of the day as happily as usual. In the storms of political life, in the depression which seems now to be gathering round our family, I still find something to thank Heaven for. I have some objects which politics cannot shake my feelings about, and by a peculiar Providence one of these objects has removed me for this Winter from a scene likely to show nothing but violence, mortification and despair. It is my wish to act now upon the feelings of my Mother in order to make her look to this portion of the Country as her final home.