Day cloudy and wind very raw. I went to the Office, from thence to a sale of pictures at Cunningham’s rooms1 and to the Athenaeum. Returned home at noon and notwithstanding the weather took my Wife to ride. The wisdom of this I am not confident about, but the exercise of the two preceding days having done her much good, I thought it best to try.

After dinner my father came in for the purpose of supplying himself with money, to start my Mother off tomorrow. I regretted my change of determination as to going to Quincy since it had been the means of obliging him to come in. Conversation, he appeared rather dull. He returned to Quincy before tea.

Evening, I was sitting down to copy, when a visit from Mr. T. Davis was announced. I took him into my study, and we sat until ten. Conversation, mostly political—Mr. Clay’s views, and the attack upon the Everetts. I thus passed my day without doing much.