Fine day. I went to the Office. Received a letter from my Mother in regard to the affair of the other day. I shall endeavor to think no more of it. I was occupied for an hour or so in looking up authorities for facts which were requested of me by my father. And after I had succeeded my next move was to start for Quincy. As my father is going away soon I thought it advisable to call again upon all the Tenants who owe Rent. But my success was as indifferent as it has been. I got nothing out of them but promises.

On the road out I met my Mother coming in. She seemed depressed. She went in to see my Wife and returned to dinner. Conversation with my father. Consulted him respecting my draught of a Memorial and generally upon the course of political affairs. He is writing a letter to Lincoln which will probably make something of a stir. He proposes to publish it for pamphlet circulation. He remains here longer than he purposed to complete it. I returned to town rather early. Worked upon my several jobs in the evening.