Morning clear and mild. Another of the delicious days we have had this Spring. I have never known a pleasanter season in this Climate, and though the rapidity of the advance may check the fruits by a return of frost, I yet cannot help feeling as if we were fully paid for the risk perhaps for some loss. Called to pay a bill for China made a present to Mrs. Walker by my Wife at the marriage of the former. An old account. Then to see about the Horse of whom I received a most discouraging Account. I fear his case is decided. Then to the Post Office where I received from my father two letters—One returning the Bond executed,1 the other inclosing two Pamphlets and a most bitter Satire upon the powers of the Nation.2 I have rarely known him to deal in such excessive gall, but as it is only to me, the thing matters 229little. I should hardly feel desirous to have it disclosed to the world for they would attribute it to a motive which is far from the operating one.

Mr. Kinsman came in to pay me a debt of Mr. Ayer which I had ordered to be sued.3 The writ settled the thing, and I believe it is all I now have to trouble me. Patience and perseverance have thus carried me through all the embarrassments of this season. My Agency affairs are on infinitely better footing, and I have cause to thank God for guiding me in the straight path which has brought me nearly out of my difficulties.

My time passed away rapidly in this way and I did not have a moment for Marshall. Afternoon taken up in writing a reply to my father which was tolerably good though infinitely qualified from his severity.4 I say tolerably good but I hardly dare to think so. Evening very short, read a little of Eustace to my Wife and afterwards Chalmers.