A most beautiful day. Could we but have such weather for our Journey! I went into town with Mr. Brooks, and was very much occupied in my various duties. At this moment when I have little time and yet no remarkable incidents, my Diary suffers. I cannot speculate because I must act.

Wilson came in with my horse and we were both engaged in a variety of little things until one o’clock when I went to Quincy. Found my Mother as usual. In the Afternoon I was entirely occupied in settling Accounts of the household. This is a tedious business, and an unpleasant one where the means are not ample. Conversation with my Mother upon affairs at Washington. These are never pleasant. Finished Quintus von Flaming and glad to get through with him.

In the midst of such occupations as mine have been for the last three weeks, how little do we care for political events. Yet the world is with us unusually heated. The New York Election has resulted in a defeat of the opposition and the probabilities seem to be that the President will have a perfect triumph. For myself I see too little in political life at the present moment to tempt me even if I had not now things of stronger personal interest in view. Quiet evening. Retired earlier than usual.