A delightful day. I went to town and as usual was full of occupation during my stay. Engaged in Accounts at the Office where I had several people calling to get bills paid. There seems to be some quickening in the small circulation as I have very rarely experienced so many demands in the little kind at once.

Mr. Whitcomb called also. He said he had seen several persons of the old democratic party and they had all seemed well disposed to support Mr. Van Buren in any rational plan he might adopt. He again urged some action. I told him that for myself I was indisposed for action, that as long as I felt so great a want of confidence in the future course of Mr. Van Buren, so long should I be inclined rather to wait and see a plan proposed which might be followed, than to originate any. The conversation turned upon A. H. Everett and his broken fortunes, after which he left. I then went to the House and was engaged in some commissions which consumed the remainder of my morning.

Home. Afternoon at the House, where they are very rapidly doing the finishing work in the second story, but the masons go on very slowly. Read a good deal of Humboldt whose account requires his maps which unfortunately we need. Evening conversation with my father.