Rainy and disagreeable weather. After passing a short time with Abby I returned to Boston. Office. Did little of any utility. Read a little of Jackson’s book. Conversation with George. Political affairs seem to be reviving after our condition of despair only perhaps to sink the deeper. Afternoon at work copying Executive Record, and reading Cicero’s Oration which is one of the boldest specimens of forcible eloquence I have read. I then went to Quincy in a cold north east driz-257zling rain for which my state of dress was by no means prepared. Evening quiet at home.