Morning cloudy but it afterwards cleared away quite pleasant. I went to the Office and was busy as usual. My multitudinous occupations make the time pass with me with very great rapidity.

My second number appeared in the morning’s Advocate. I called to see the Editor but did not succeed. This business of politics engrosses too much of my time. The appearances now are that the hostility to my father takes another and more artful direction. Finding the abuse he has encountered may do him good, they now direct a more covert battery against his Antimasonic doctrines. This is much better calculated to touch him.

My regular exercise has been all interrupted of late, and I do not know when it will be resumed. Afternoon, read Lord Bacon, wrote some little upon my next number upon Proscription, and copied for my father. This took up much of the Afternoon and Evening. Copied part of my father’s letter to Govr. Lincoln.1

Fine day. I went to the Office. Received a letter from my Mother in regard to the affair of the other day. I shall endeavor to think no more of it. I was occupied for an hour or so in looking up authorities for facts which were requested of me by my father. And after I had succeeded my next move was to start for Quincy. As my father is going away soon I thought it advisable to call again upon all the Tenants who owe Rent. But my success was as indifferent as it has been. I got nothing out of them but promises.

On the road out I met my Mother coming in. She seemed depressed. She went in to see my Wife and returned to dinner. Conversation with my father. Consulted him respecting my draught of a Memorial and generally upon the course of political affairs. He is writing a letter to Lincoln which will probably make something of a stir. He proposes to publish it for pamphlet circulation. He remains here longer than he purposed to complete it. I returned to town rather early. Worked upon my several jobs in the evening.