Weather foggy but very mild. My father remained at my house last night for the purpose of dining with Dr. Parkman today. I showed him an answer I have received from Mr. Madison respecting my Pamphlet. He seems to affirm his opinions very decidedly but at the same time alludes to the Post Office as a very possible source of corruption in future times, and likely to require a little legislation in any lucid interval from party madness.1 I regard this letter as quite a valuable document, and agree in the excepting opinion. My father does not. Office, occupied as usual. Arrears go on slowly but I made an impression today. Home to finish Juvenal’s eighth Satire. I must read it again and again.

Afternoon, I wrote my next number of the Massachusetts voter which I design to have effect upon the Plymouth County voters. The returns from Pennsylvania are exactly as I would have them, and give a fine prospect which is yet however in great danger of obscuration from the passions of individuals. Working hard must do what is possible.

Evening, Mr. J. P. DeWint and his daughter who are here from Fishkill took tea and passed the evening. Mr. C. F. Barnard also came in as a friend of his. My father was here too but overfatigued. Very heavy evening.