Morning at the Office. Received a letter from my father1 with a copy of the report of the Bank Directors and a request to me to touch the elbow of the Editor of the Advocate. I called but he was not at home. The state of political affairs at Washington seems at this moment to be fearful. I do not know how the termination will be, but the Country seems to me in danger.

Walk. Afternoon, continued and finished my letter. Made a little progress in Mackintosh, but this correspondence with my father swallows up vast quantities of my most useful time. Evening, Mr. Brooks was here.