I felt very poorly this morning, and instead of getting better it seemed to me as if I could not without effort lift my hand to my head. I remained in this state at home until eleven o’clock when I went for a short time to the Office. The day was lovely but it did not seem to invigorate me so that I returned home and read Juvenal. My system today was rigid starvation because I had a little fever.

Afternoon passed in cutting and pasting as yesterday. I find my works very voluminous. It will take me several more days to get through. Received a letter today from my father at Washington and one from Dutee J. Pearce. The first informing me of their arrival, the second acknowledging my Pamphlet.1 This had evidently been opened.

Evening, Mr. Brooks was with us for one or two hours, but I was entirely out of sorts, and after his departure, threw up the little I had taken during the day. Went to bed thereupon.