Elizabeth C. Adams came down this morning and went in my Gig with me to Boston. I was much engaged as is my custom. Got my last proof of my poor pamphlet which has been so unnecessarily delayed. Called at my House and at the Assessor’s Office about my tax. This with my Office duties and filling out a new list of the proprietors of the Boylston Market prior to a Dividend took up much of my time.

Called in to see Mr. Hallett for a few moments. He was full of the measures to be adopted by the convention of the Antimasonic party next week. He asked me to reflect upon some resolutions, and he asked me to continue my Essays. I told him frankly that I should hold off for the present, that I had been concerned to see my father so much involved by my course and should wait at least to see the turn things take. The course of the Advocate is now making itself felt and the reaction is driving the Whig presses into War. But they still shun the papers written by me as if they were pestilence. I must wait until they show their hand. My conversation with him was broken off by my hour for leaving. But I am now under a turn of disgust to politics which unnerves me. The indignation which the course of the Whig press last winter called up in me is now in a degree softened by the vengeance I have been enabled to take. And the hot atmosphere of political contention has been cooled by the Easterly breezes of the island of Nantucket.

Returned home to dinner and spent the Afternoon in assorting MS, a work which now requires immense dispatch, to get through before my return to Boston. Elizabeth staid until evening at our house. Brought up my Arrears this day.