The morning was foggy but it afterward cleared away quite fine, and warm as summer. I went to the Office to work upon my Arrears of Diary which come up slowly and to do all I was able in the way of Accounts. But I had agreed to start with my father at noon for Quincy 248so that my leisure was not great. The Carriage came in for him bringing on a visit home my boy John, but we concluded to go as arranged leaving my Wife to follow with the two children an hour after and leave only the baby at home. Ride as usual.

My father on his return from his absence found papers in abundance. Most of them fraught with spite for his Burgess letter.1 This letter appears to have created an intense excitement in the minds of the Whigs from the fact that it deals a fatal blow to all their hopes.

Conversation. The hours passed rapidly until it became time to return. We left the children at Quincy, Louisa appearing to droop somewhat at home. Reached home in good season. T. K. Davis came in afterwards and spent the evening. Conversation pleasant.