I felt exceedingly fatigued from want of rest, as towards morning the children always begin to disturb. The day was clear and cold. I went to the Office and was occupied as usual. Received a letter from Mr. Treadway1 about his affair with Professor Greenleaf and a retaining fee in the shape of an edition of his Digest of American Law. This is tedious and disgusting. I detest litigation in all its shapes and forms.

Reflected upon the election which still remains in an exceedingly doubtful state. The Senators are very much divided among the parties. Both sides claim the victory, although it is substantially on the side of the Antimasons. We must however go on. The shoulder must be set to the Wheel.

I took a walk and performed commissions. Home. Tenth satire of Juvenal. Very good. Afternoon. Began Rousseau’s Social compact,2 but wrote for the most part, a new Article to lend the tone after the election. Nothing material today.