Received no letter from my Father this morning much to my surprise and wrote only a very short one in consequence. One from my Mother however in her usual melancholy style which makes the heart sick to think of it. She has lost all the elasticity of character which is necessary for the support of us in all situations, and I always look upon it with deep regret. Owing to a feeling of head ach I was unable to apply myself to any purpose during the day. But in the evening read Cicero and wrote Executive Record.