Went to town today instead of yesterday, but much incommoded by dust. Saturday is the worst day in the week for town. Wrote to Mr. Johnson and went to my House to copy the letter.1 Called to see Mr. W. Appleton, Mr. I. Frothingham and Mr. Brooks about the affairs of Mr. J. and engaged in accounts at my Office. Thus the morning passed.

The political news appears to delight the Whigs, the Governor’s election in Maine having resulted in the success of their candidate, and they having returned a majority of the House. This is one of the most significant changes that has taken place. But the Administration seem decided upon trusting to the South. When money pressure weighs sufficiently long upon them, they will desert en masse, notwithstanding the cohesion of slavery.

Home. At dinner E. C. Adams and Eliz. Dewint. Afternoon partly at the House and partly at home reading Humboldt. The continual East winds have made the air particularly chilly. Evening, Loto, a few letters of Lady Montague, and then writing upon Texas.