I went to town this morning taking with me my children’s nurse, Catherine. My intentions somewhat interrupted by a shower of rain which however lasted not much longer than the portion of the day that I passed in town. Sent for Mr. Ayer with whom I had much discussion upon various points connected with the House. We settled some doubtful points and left others undecided.

I saw Mr. A. H. Everett and had some political talk with him. He spoke of the Whig State Address and the course pursued in it towards my father, and I told him of my criticism of it which I this day sent to Hallett.1 He says the paper is written by R. C. Winthrop which I regret to hear as my severity upon it may be ill construed.2

Home. Afternoon on the hill, where they keep at work slowly, clearing the land of stones and the hole for a well of blue mud. But there is yet not enough water. Thence to the Quarries where Mr. Hardwick had made his trial apparently not much to his satisfaction. He talked however as if he meant to persevere and told me he and his brothers meant to consider of the matter this evening and decide. Thence to Colburn’s. Nothing new. Home where I was engaged most of the time in writing. Evening Mr. Price Greenleaf came in, and as the ladies were out at Mrs. T. B. Adams’ and expected me, upon my starting to go, he volunteered to accompany me. Whist up there. Walk home and continue my copy.