Morning cloudy with rain and snow. I went to the Office after looking over the returns, which show a great increase of the Whig vote and more than a corresponding increase on the democratic side. But the State pretty certainly remains under Whig control next year. I am not able positively to say I am sorry for it. My own prospects as a politician are so very miserable any way that I derive gratification only from what may benefit the country. And the Country will certainly be benefitted by an active opposition.

Nothing particular at the Office. Made up some arrears of Diary and accounts. Home. Livy. Nothing. Afternoon, made up all the Addresses of 1798 and then read Grahame. Evening, Lamartine. Mrs. Frothingham and Mr. Brooks were here for an hour but I was too dull to talk much.