Pleasant though a very warm day. I went into town and was very much taken up with the great variety of little occupations I had. Called at the House, at the Athenaeum, Mr. Brooks and Alex. H. Everett’s. Conversed with the latter about half an hour.

He read me the next and closing Article which he means to send. A most capital one. He also replies to the Atlas in such a manner as to make it take up the subject. I told him I thought they shunned him a little. He said he thought so too. I asked him whether he knew any thing of the plan of Mr. Webster to withdraw. He said he did not see how he could do it, nor did he believe he intended to. Yet I cannot help thinking there is something in it.

Left at the Advocate Office my Communications, and after writing Diary sometime, left Town, rather late. Afternoon a little idle. Read some of Pinkerton, a book both dull and dry, and Mad. du Deffand, who as she gets older complains more and more of the vanity of life. Evening, conversation with my father—Political and historical. He is wonderful in his memory.