Lovely day. Day divided as usual. Evening at home.

At the Office where I finished up all the remaining business which I had on hand. Made the draft of my Quarterly Account and sent it. Then to the Athenaeum to get books for my proposed Lecture. I want to read myself full upon the subject. For I have some doubt as yet of the issue.

The Election Returns come in badly for the Whigs so that it is exceedingly doubtful whether the Governor is elected again. Under these circumstances it is matter of greater congratulation to me that I have not to take up their battles.

Began today the first drama in the collection by Euripides of Hecuba, which I propose to make my winter’s work. Read part of Mr. Gallatin’s Pamphlet upon the currency deserving of perpetual study.1 And in the evening Ganilh, Political Economy.2 My Wife returned to dinner, accompanied by Miss Cutts who went back in the afternoon. The child remained much in the same state.