Morning clear and a fine day. I went to the Office and as usual was busy with accounts. Political affairs appear to be about as usual. A stop seems to be put at present to my papers for which I am not sorry. For I am so tired of writing that I wish to put it off. Yet Mr. Hallett tells me they are producing an effect and that Vermont at this time is balancing in the scale. The Boston Press seems to have been silenced for the present.

Short walk. One thing I must turn a new leaf upon, and that is exercise. I neglect it too much. Home. Livy. Afternoon somewhat luxurious. Read Cicero’s letters to Lentulus. Among the most interesting of the whole collection—Worthy of perpetual attention.

Evening went out for the purpose of returning the visit of Mr. and Mrs. A. H. Everett, but finding them not at home we went in to see Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham, a certain Mrs. Foster and two sons were there, parishioners and very well. Home at ten.