The season continues and this day was more like the first of the month of September than the present season. I went to the Office as usual and occupied myself in various matters too numerous to mention. Nothing material. I finished drawing up the monthly Accounts of my father’s Agency and drew the balance for his use. Also completed the dispatching of the remaining copies of my Appeal to the Senators excepting two or three whom I do not know where to direct to.

Home where I found my Mother, but unwell and in low spirits so that the day was not an agreeably passed one. Mrs. Adams my Aunt was there also and indeed what with the two children and every thing the confusion made it extremely unpleasant to me. I was glad when the house became quiet again.

Afternoon, reading Aristotle’s Politics in which the mixture of good reasoning and bad is curious.1 Of all subjects that of Government is the most puzzling. We have not yet got to the end of the lesson upon the subject. This Country is rapidly getting afloat from her moorings, and God only knows where she will drive to. Our destiny is fearful.

In the evening I occupied myself for an hour as the ladies were out in commencing a methodized catalogue of my coins, which I prosecuted so far as through the first draw. Then to join the ladies at Mrs. E. Miller’s. Mrs. T. B. Adams and Mr. and Miss Wales there. Home early.