The morning was cold, cloudy and with a little snow, but as the wind promised a clear day I went to town. Time taken up at Office and in Commissions for my father, my Agency and myself. Called upon my father’s Tenant, Fuller for a settlement of rent and was hurried in doing nothing. Rode to Quincy to dine. Found my Mother better but still unwell and hardly able to move from her sofa. I passed the afternoon in desultory conversation. My plans continue very unsettled. I hope to receive such definitive intelligence in a few days as will set at rest the mere question between my going to Washington or taking my own House. Evening, a very pleasant conversation with my father, upon Alexander Hamilton, Jefferson and Knox. T. B. Adams there at tea. Quiet evening. Werther.