My fatigue has not yet gone off entirely and as this was a day of no interest out I determined to remain at home and recruit a little. Miss Cranch is still here. She is one of the most silent young ladies I have ever met with and as none of us unluckily have had the formality of an introduction to her, she does not appear to think herself acquainted. I have not heard her say four words since she has been in the house.1 Judge Cranch, her father, paid a morning visit here. He is a man of perfectly old fashioned New England manners which are so affectionate that they cannot be unpleasant. Poor man, he has been severely chastened in this world.2 The evening was spent in looking over my father’s budget of newspapers and discussing politics with Johnson who at the present time is exceedingly apprehensive concerning the state of New York. No occurrences or remarkable news consequently we retired early.