The weather very fine today, although growing quite cool. The returns still come in very unfavourably to the National Republicans. The running is quite close between the three Candidates and manifests the indisposition of the People to sustain this wreck of a party any longer. There must be new divisions. But the prospects of the Nation are not good. God only knows what may become of us. I am half disgusted with the Republican principle, although if we analyze truly such feelings we shall find too often that they grow out of dissatisfied personal consequence. The Government is yet dispensing it’s blessings [fol. 212] [fol. 212] [fol. 212] [fol. 212] 213and though the worm of corruption is making it’s way in the interior, it yet looks fair on the outside.

I spent an hour or two with Mr. T. Davis in conversation and took a long walk. My health troubles me. After dinner, I read Virgil but was not so much occupied as I ought to have been. Evening, the Fair Maid of Perth, and Berenice. I wrote a letter to my father upon the political state.1