Morning at home copying a portion of Mr. Vaughan’s Papers. The day was chill and cloudy so that I did not go out at all. I read part of Irving’s Life of Columbus aloud to my Mother. She seemed to be tolerably well. The day was extremely uninteresting in all respects. Evening in conversation with my Mother. I felt a little dull but the political prospect is rapidly closing, and certainty will soon appear. This will assist me in my arrangement about marriage very materially.