Morning clear but it afterwards grew cloudy. I went to the Office and was occupied as usual—Diary, Accounts and a letter to my father which I commenced but had not time to finish. Walk.

Home where I read much of Livy. Then out to dine, at J. Quincy’s— Dr. Walter Channing, Dr. Jackson of Phil., I. P. Davis and his son T. K., C. P. Curtis, and C. Amory. P. Quincy of Cambridge there also. I have a great dislike to attending such dinners nowadays as the prevaling tone of feeling in Boston is entirely against my political feelings. If there is any thing which would be likely to heighten my tone, it would be to attend many, for a more supercilious, disgusting declaration of sentiment can hardly be imagined. My natural feelings are in themselves too moderate for any party, and consequently I am regularly walking the path between one side and the other, now and then touching and rebounding immediately. Mr. Curtis is now the tip top of the Whig State Committee and quite fit for the place.

Home with T. K. Davis who spent the evening and was pleasant. Afterwards, Swifts Examiners.