Fine day. I went to the Office and found that the public was all alive upon the subject of a Special Message which General Jackson has sent in to Congress about the French affairs. I did not get it. At the Office where I was engaged in making up Arrears of Diary that fell behind in consequence of my other occupations this week. Mr. Wild, my tenant called in to pay his rent. No other interruption. I did this day insist upon a long walk and felt the better for it. My health begins to call loudly for regular exercise.

Home, Livy. Mr. E. Everett dined with us and I was as civil to him as possible. My heart is now softened towards him. He has miseries which make him a pitiable object. Afternoon reading part of Hooke’s history of Rome,1 but I felt the effect of my last night’s vigil. Also Voltaire, to whose letters I am almost enslaved.

Evening, Goethe who to me is tiresome. Then to Mr. Frothingham’s, where was a meeting of the family. Edward and P. C. Brooks with his Wife, Mr. Brooks, and ourselves. Supper and home.