Another very beautiful day. I went to the Office and occupied myself as well as I could with the Parliamentary Debates. As I find however that these are rather heavy and that I can get the cream of them in the Annual Register, I conclude to return this work to the Athenaeum and get the other.1

Received a letter from my father2 which is not in very good spirits upon the subject of the Bank, and upon public affairs generally. He thinks the votes of the House of Representatives will sustain the President and that commotion in the principal cities will be the consequence.

Walk. Afternoon read Dubos, and finished the Adelphi of Terence. The close of this play is abrupt and disappointing. The character of Micio is suddenly changed and becomes a mere nose of wax. Began the Hecyra. My wife took tea at Mrs. Frothingham’s and I went in the evening. A family party, W. G. Brooks and his wife with her sister. Mr. Bierley was the only stranger. It was to me decidedly dull. Returned at ten.