Morning warm. I remained at home today. Read a little of the original of the sixth satire of Juvenal. But the morning mail brought with it a number of the United States Telegraph which from its criticism upon my Appeal at once took up my attention. I immediately proceeded to make it a resting place upon which to fire a battery of hot shot at Mr. Webster and his supporters. The Atlas and it’s coadjutors must be forced from their position if it is possible to do it, and if not, the vehemence of the attack will have very great effect in destroying his party. I am more and more satisfied that some sort of withdrawal is contemplated at the ensuing Session of the Legislature.

Mrs. W. S. Smith this day wrote a letter to my Mother1 saying that the Appeal is much admired and supposed to come from the President,2 also requesting that the numbers might be sent on. This gave me courage. I do not believe, notwithstanding the ungenerous course of both Whig and Jackson party, that my labour will be lost. My father urged me to proceed directly to publication in a Pamphlet.

Afternoon I was engaged for the most part in writing over into fair copy my new Article. Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Lunt returned our visit after which I finished writing.