A mild day after heavy rain, not so healthy weather as the cold. I went to the Office and was busy there most of my morning in writing 60upon my third number which treats more particularly of the prospects of Mr. Webster. The Legislature last evening actually nominated him as a candidate for the Presidency. The game is up for Massachusetts.

I took a long walk which fatigued me unusually. The unusual temperature of the air at this Season is very relaxing. Home continued Ovid but read little of it, for Miss Mary Hall and Edward Brooks dined with us. Afternoon went through the letters of La Fayette some of which are characteristic and interesting.

Evening read the first volume of Hamilton’s book upon America.1 A conceited Englishman who was treated too civilly by us to be good for any thing. His Remarks are many of them just on the principle that you may often hear truth from an Enemy. But he is arrogant, flippant and exceedingly misled by the company he keeps, having no power to see through their motives and feelings, nor of judging between contradictory statements.