The Child continuing to hang about as if she was suffering I advised my Wife to send for Dr. Stevenson. This is a complaint to which she is not often subject—A sore throat from ulcers. I have watched them 63but they do not disappear under my Wife’s treatment. I went to the Office and was busy nearly all day in Accounts and making up my Diary. Took a long walk. The air was as mild as Summer and I was warm without a Surtout.1

Home where as dinner was delayed on account of company, I sat down and read a fair portion of the second book of the Fasti of Ovid. At four the party came. We had Governor Davis, Mr. Wadsworth, Judge Prescott, Dr. F. Parkman, Mr. J. Tilden, Mr. H. Inches and his Son, Mr. A. H. Everett, Mr. J. Coolidge, and Mr. Tucker besides Edward Brooks and Mr. Frothingham of the family. The dinner was very pretty and passed off extremely well.

Mr. Everett brought us the information that the ballot for a Senator had resulted unsuccessfully—My father having the highest vote. This is matter for reflection. It shows the prevalence of that strong feeling of dislike to him which exists in certain quarters here—The federalists and the Masons. The Whig vote was entirely lost by internal division. Governor Lincoln had more than a hundred being the greatest number in that party. My present impression is that the result of this will so alarm the Whig party that they will unite upon Davis, for the purpose of defeating my father. So be it. I consider the mode of operation as having already spoilt all the honor it might have been to him, and farther than that I never should have wished the place for him. The company went pretty late. I read a little of d’Israeli afterwards.