It was mild and clear last evening and I could not help remarking upon the beauty of the night, but when I arose this morning, a violent northwester was blowing which soon reduced the temperature to a very low point in the thermometer. I think the wind made it the most disagreeable day to be out we have had. I went to the Office. The 184uproar in Congress has ceased and my father has carried the day. I hope he will use his victory in moderation. Office where I had my Carpenter, Mr. Ayer, and disputed the points with him famously. He wanted money and I paid him on account. Mr. Walsh came in also and talked. Home, to read Livy.

Carried down my last number to the Advocate. They will not publish the letters I wish. So much for the freedom of that press. Afternoon, engaged revising my numbers which I propose to publish together. Evening by invitation to Governor Everett’s at Charlestown. I rode in a Carriage with Mr. Frothingham and Mr. Lothrop, who with his Wife were the only supernumeraries.1 Rather tolerable but not agreeable. Glad to get home notwithstanding.