Mild and clear day. Time as usual. Evening a family party at home.

My time at the Office a little wasted. J. Kirk from Quincy came in and bothered me. He had not much to say but country people idle. Walk and home where I made great progress in reading Antigone which becomes much easier as we go on. The lyric poetry is not so difficult and perhaps a little more common place than in the other pieces. Went on with the currency.

The family met this evening at my house together with a few of the more remote branches of the connexion. The party was much as they all are, and they separated as usual about eleven o’clock. The accounts from the State of Maine portend some spark of War in that quarter. Our boundary questions are becoming very troublesome.