Mild morning and cloudy. I went to the Office as usual and was occupied in Accounts and Diary. Nothing of any consequence has taken place. The ocean at Washington seems to be more still just at present, but whether it is likely to remain so is more doubtful. My last letter to Mr. Slade appeared in the paper of this morning. I think that with it I shall take leave of political affairs for the present. I have served pretty laboriously for some months and contributed to set the current which is now moving with considerable strength. Now I may rest upon my oars.

Mr. B. V. French who is living in Braintree tells me he finds some movement towards pressing my father out. I doubt not something of the kind will be agitated. But I told him I thought it not improbable he would withdraw. Perhaps the latest experience he has had will disgust him. I earnestly hope it will—But doubt. Walk. Livy. Afternoon, Sismondi and Fouqué. Evening, Junot and Swift.