The morning was cloudy but much more like Spring. I went to town accompanied by Horatio Brooks. My time at the Office was taken up in 305reading my father’s last Report upon the Domestic policy. I must confess that I have been dreading this considerably and find myself on the whole very much gratified and agreeably disappointed. It contains a clear and conclusive argument in favour of the system, while it concedes to the agitation of the South as much as it reasonably can, not because they are right in their demands, but for the sake of peace and harmony. On the whole, whatever the result may be, I must say, my father has exalted himself prodigiously in my opinion. There is a high souled independence in his course which suits my particular temper exactly.1

Not having received any Note or intimation of my Mother’s arrival, I was in doubt as to what was proper to be done.2 After consideration, I decided upon going at all events. The Road was shocking. But I arrived and found my Mother very quietly settled since Saturday night. Passed the rest of the day with her in conversation about one thing and another.3 Rode up to Mrs. T. B. Adams’ with her, to pay a visit, and spent the evening quietly. Remained at Quincy for the night.