The President’s Message arrived today, or I should rather say was published in the Newspapers.1 It gives no comfort to us in this Quarter. I regard the intimation as tolerably distinct that New England Interests are in the end to be sacrificed for the purpose of conciliating the jealous States of the South. I have expected this all along. Thank fortune, there is a constantly vivifying principle in the character of our inhabitants which will sustain them through difficulty. It is not so with the slave-holding South.

Time taken up in reading. Diary and Lingard. The mornings are very short and I do daudle considerably. Walk, the day was fine. Afternoon, not very diligent. I have got along so many papers in advance that I can afford to rest myself. Nevertheless I commenced No. 7. The thing becomes more intricate as I proceed.

Quiet evening at home. Malvina, and the Life of Roubiliac. I afterwards resumed my German and read two Fables of Lessing, one of which is the first that I understand in the point of it.