Clear day. Much exercise. Evening, Lecture.

The weather cleared very mild and for some hours there was a general thaw which however lasted but a few hours and gave way to a very sharp northwester. My head ach was gone and after breakfast having dismissed my Stageman who called for me I sat down to write letters to my Wife and Mother.1 This done I went out to perform some little commissions which I was too much discouraged to execute yesterday and made a visit to Mrs. Davis. Thus the whole morning vanished fast enough.

After dinner I met with a companion in a young Mexican named Cuesta who was a fellow traveller from Boston and a very gentlemanly man. After dinner I passed some time in trying to find if the Steamboat to New Haven would go tomorrow but without success. My walk however and other occupations took up the time so that I was not ennuié.

At seven the gentlemen came again in a Carriage and transported me to Clinton Hall where I found a tolerable but by no means very large collection of people. They apologized and seemed very uneasy for what was a very simple thing. Their second course of which this was the beginning has not taken very well. The Lecturing system is already overdone here and the courses marked out are abandoned. I regretted only my having accepted their invitation as well on my own account as theirs. But it being now too late to change I went on with my Lecture which I delivered now for the eighth time as it appeared to very general acceptation. Then home to bed.