Severely cold. Distribution as usual. Evening at home. Dr. Palfrey.

The morning was the sharpest we have had. I went to the Office. Distressing intelligence came of the loss of the Steamer Lexington by fire with every one on board but three. As there were many passengers belonging to Boston it came on this cold morning like a chilling blast. There has never been in this vicinity any accident at all to compare with this and the sensation made upon the public was quite equal to it.1 It comes peculiarly to me now at this moment when I am about to make the passage myself. But my trust is in the Deity who if it is his will, is likely to call for my life just as certainly on shore as at sea.

Home after making a call upon Mr. Webster a day after the fair.2 Reading Oedipus which I go through with slowly. After dinner the Townley Gallery and Law. Evening at home, reading a new home book. Dr. Palfrey made us a short but pleasant visit. He wishes me to write again for the Review. I should like to but know not what to take. Continued Prescott.