A lovely morning as I ever saw in this climate and not much in character with the advanced state of the season. I rode to town and was fully occupied during the time I was there. A. H. Everett came to me and made an application for a loan of a hundred dollars. He has within a day or two been engaged in a scuffle with one of his opponents not much to his credit. And now I suppose he needs money to keep him up until the election. The application did not surprise me, and from having foreseen the probability of it I was more fully enabled to act at once. My disposition to aid Mr. Everett is considerable. I am willing to let him have the Office he occupies without asking him for rent, and also to write Addresses for him to aid his Election to a responsible Office at a critical moment of his life, but money for him to squander in the thoughtless manner he has heretofore done is neither within my duty or inclination to furnish him. I was enabled to decline the more quietly as I am myself at this time in need of all my funds to meet the extraordinary expense incurred by my building project.

Went to the House to give directions there, thence on an expedition to pay certain Accounts now open and to see Ayer, the carpenter. He called, as did two or three others, after I had returned to my Office, and they consumed the remainder of the time. Home. Afternoon upon the hill superintending the disposition of the trees. My cellar goes on 114slowly. Evening quiet at home. My Mother is better today though still not up. Conversation with my father upon the news from Pennsylvania which appears conclusive as to the Presidential question.1