A southerly wind blew up a great quantity of clouds but it did not rain. I went to the Office and was engaged there in overlooking my papers and making some disposition of them. They seem to overflow me every little while and yet I appear to be among the most quiet and retired beings in the Community. Perhaps one reason of my difficulty is that I keep almost every piece of paper.

At noon I received a letter directed to my father and dated Sunday Evening, from Mr. Frye,1 repeating almost literally the preceding letters. The delirium is in addition only. That it should continue without abatement is an unfavourable sign. Indeed at first I felt almost without hope, but afterwards (such is man’s nature) I thought it presented nothing new. The word is still critical which is ambiguous. We shall now soon know from my father who will, in hope, be on the spot this evening.

I retained the letter and went with it to Medford where we enjoyed a pleasant and quiet afternoon and evening. I was rejoiced to see my children well and my Wife. How much I have to be grateful for.