Morning clear but cold with Easterly wind. I was occupied much of my time in little details of various kinds which are consuming without being profitable. I fatigued myself too in my various walkings to and fro. Met T. W. Ward who spoke to me about my Pamphlet and who insinuated a wish that I should answer Mr. Biddle’s last letter. But I have no time. I plead guilty to indolence, and I have no medium.

Met T. K. Davis and walked with him. Home to dinner, after which Davis again met me and we went to Quincy. Visit shortened by an accident which delayed me on the road, but I gave the necessary directions and then we returned. The weather quite raw and unpleasant for riding. After tea, too much fatigued to do much of any work, and retired early for me.