Still cold. Time according to custom. Evening at Dr. Frothingham’s. At the Office, I went on with the examination of the papers re-198specting the frontier and obtained a pretty clear notion of the points of controversy. They are very certainly with the United States but the adherence of the British to their side of the matter and the pertinacity with which they have continued to support their claim and push it whenever they reasonably could make the chance of amicable settlement more doubtful than I had supposed. God only knows what the result will be. I cannot believe it will be a war.

Home. Antigone. After dinner, Crevier, the Roman Empire in its decay—Gallienus, Claudius, and Aurelian—still some vigour left. Went in the evening to see Dr. and Mrs. Frothingham and we had a pleasant conversation. Afterwards, creeping with Burr.