My feelings were not much pleasanter today than they had been yesterday. After writing for a short time before breakfast, I did nothing during the remainder of the day. The morning was passed in conversation upon miscellaneous subjects and politics broached by the arrival of the mail with Maryland news of a decided and successful character.1 The government has fully sustained itself so far. Took a long ride with my Mother and Mary in the open Barouche and in the evening went to Mrs. Huygens’. Wrote a letter to Abby before dinner. It was an answer to Tuesday’s and written with as much restraint as possible. Indeed my feelings have in some measure changed since then and though still sore I have revived in hope. The party at Huygens’ was given in a room full of recollections to me. At the last party, a circumstance happened of deep interest to me and which has had a great influence on my life ever since. The company was dreary to me as I took no interest in any body there. I danced with Miss Verveer, and Matilda Pleasonton. The first out of compliment, the second for amusement. Returned at ten quite fatigued.