A fine and pleasant day. I went to the Office as usual. Accounts from Washington of a Speech of my father’s which is likely to make a great deal of noise. The substance of it relates to the loss of the fortification bill of last year and to Mr. Webster’s late justification of himself respecting it.1 My father’s feelings against Mr. Webster are now so strong as very much to take the place of those he has heretofore 317held against Mr. Otis and the Administration. I regret them because I regret all personal collision, and still more the relations in which these things place me here in Boston. It is plain to me that after the session of Congress is over, it will be better for me to reside out of the town for a year or more. The canvass for the Presidency will disturb private feeling very much.

I wrote Diary and so forth, called in to see if I could find Mr. Hallett and had some conversation with Mr. B. V. French. The Antimasons are going on very extravagantly at Harrisburgh.

Walk so that I did not get home in time for Livy. Dined at Mr. Brooks’ with my Wife and Edward. Pleasant enough. Nothing new. Evening at home, read Gil Blas. My little girl is still drooping. German.