I went to the Office, cold continuing as usual. Occupied in Accounts and Diary. Mr. J. H. Winkley called upon me to make settlement on 341their last year’s lease at the Quarry in Quincy. They have had a very unfavorable time, and have lost a good deal. But they propose to make one more trial. Mr. Walsh came in. Conversation. I then went out to take a walk but did not get very far. My system of exercise has wholly failed this year.

We are waiting for accounts of the result of the Vermont Convention. The Atlas has a letter showing that the Whig forces preponderate. I think this likely. Slade has acquired a good deal of power there. His Pamphlet is a singular production and shows strikingly the character of his mind. I hardly know how best to answer his flighty style of reasoning.

Home, Livy, then to dinner at Mr. Brooks’. Mr. Frothingham and P. R. Dalton. Dinner tolerably pleasant, then home. Evening, reading very peaceably to my Wife from Madame Junots satirical description of Portugal. After which, arranging my ideas upon Mr. Slade’s notable work. My labour is to methodize.