Morning cloudy with snow. I went to the Office—Time uninterrupted but I accomplished very little. Diary and Accounts—Nothing else. I waste much very valuable time. Walk which was rather short. Met T. Dwight who is an amusing man as a companion. That family are a singular one for their modes of thought. In this State and throughout its limits, there is a peculiar class with a distinct character marked in a manner not to be mistaken. One would suppose that Toryism could be nothing else even in it’s remotest ramifications.

Home to read Livy. Afternoon, wrote over again my third and last number to Mr. Slade. This set does not satisfy me, and the reason is that they turn upon personal discussions rather than principles. I finished with it and have now done, as I hope for months. The mode of publication by Mr. Hallett renders me very unwilling to resort to it 354any more, until again desired, in an urgent manner. Evening, a family party at Mr. Frothingham’s—Judge Lyman and Mrs. Henshaw, Governor Everett and his Wife, Edward Brooks and ourselves. It was very dull.