Fine morning though cool. I went to the Office and passed most of my time there, but could not resist going to the Athenaeum for an hour. The Masonic newspapers are out very violently against the nominations.1 This is no more than was to be expected and will do no great injury. But what the result of all these things is to be, remains as yet much in the dark. Judge Hall called but I felt a little head-achy from indigestion and rather irritable so that I wished his dissertation upon the mullein poultice indefinitely postponed. Read some of Bradford’s History which is most terribly dull. I fear I shall fail in my undertaking from nausea at the materials at which I am to work.

My head being still a little troublesome I thought I would ride it away so directly after dinner I started for Quincy. Passed my mother on the road, who was coming in to see my Wife, and consequently missed her, but found my father and the remainder of the family somewhat better. Conversed with him upon the events of the day, and found him disposed if possible still to get rid of his threatened honor. He says that if the National Republican party will pitch upon any person who is satisfactory to the Antimasons he will yet withdraw. There are many obstacles to this proceeding. He seems still however to cling to public life on a different stage. So long as this feeling lasts, it is a matter of perfect indifference to me where his lot is cast. The great objection still exists. Took tea and returned to town but it was quite late first. My head was cured by the remedy.