Morning quite cool but clear. I went to the Office as usual. The whole bitterness of the party press is again aroused against my father. Well, we must go through our portions in this life. Time occupied as usual. I this morning transferred my Deposits to the Merchants’ Bank, having had pleasant and quiet dealings with the branch here for so many years. I have asked no favors and met with no preferences. And I am disgusted at the prejudices of others which are so gross and ignorant. I have gone to the Merchants’ Bank partly because I may hereafter be accommodated by it in regard to transmitting money to Washington and partly because I am at present myself a Stockholder there. It is the deposit Bank of the Government and is thus enabled to act in connection with other banks more decidedly. But things looked new and uncomfortable here. Accounts, then walk.

Called to see Mr. Hallett and found him in. He conversed upon the subject of these resolutions to be presented tomorrow night. Mr. B. V. French came in and urged me to attend and speak. He intimated that the party thought I kept back too much, and I clearly saw from the tone of both that there was in their thoughts an idea of want of moral courage. I stated my reasons but they did not seem to answer. I then left them, with the promise that I would reflect and decide upon what was fit for me to do. I did reflect and came to the conclusion that I would prepare myself. In consequence the remainder of the day was passed in reflecting and arranging a train of thought. Evening, read Gil Blas to my Wife.