I felt better this morning and at least out of pain but still entirely unable to go on as usual. I must be suffering under some severe obstruction. Went to the Office and was occupied there in my usual duties. Copied out the second part of the Indenture to Colburn, which was nearly all the extra work I was able to do. Called to see Mr. Hallett with whom I was anxious to have some conversation, but could not find him. He has to take refuge at home from the interruptions he meets with at the Office. Then to the Athenaeum where I find nothing.

The aspect of political affairs is slightly changing. The Pennsylvania Antimasons are in great danger of being completely gulled by the Whigs and losing all the ground they have gained at the late election. Well, so be it. There is not much wisdom in all this. Walk and home where I read Juvenal. The eleventh Satire. I never made such slow progress in any book, but it is hard and must be mastered.

Afternoon again occupied in pasting. Upon looking over what I have, I find a great deal that is wanting. Particularly two or three of what I consider as my best productions, those on the State of the Nation. Evening at home. Work on the Catalogue of Medals and Coins. Then writing more Politics.