The day was milder than it had been and looked cloudy but it soon after became quite clear. I went to the Office and was engaged most of my time quietly at work upon my Accounts. Nothing of material consequence.

The political world is in a state of commotion about a very small matter—This election of Governor. The prospect for the future is not very clear, and I do not like much to look upon it. So far as I myself may be concerned, my course seems to me to be tolerably clear before me. I have nothing to expect and nothing to wish in a life of so much turmoil. My father has had too much of it not to show me how uncomfortable it is. I shall however persevere and do my duty.

Went to the Athenaeum and from thence home stopping to see a copy of Titian’s Venus lately brought from Europe for Exhibition. The original is in the Dresden Gallery. It is very pretty, but not so voluptuous as I had imagined. There was also a picture of Diana sleeping, an original of Corregio which I did not admire. Afternoon engaged in copying Lincoln’s letter. It is too harsh.