A cloudy day but very warm. I went to the Office as usual. The election is in it’s heat. Prophecies for and against in plenty. I say 259nothing and think nothing. The extraordinarily distracted condition of parties must speak for itself, in the result. I pity all the politicians who depend upon it.

Just as I was sitting down about my usual business came in Mr. Treadway of New York, who married Susan B. Clark and sat three hours conversing upon various topics of interest to himself, more especially upon a difference between him and Mr. Greenleaf relating to an alleged invasion on his part of copyright of this gentleman.1 I gave him the best advice I could and heard the whole story. But I was entirely cut short in my work.

Walk to restore my Appetite. Spirits dull. Home, Juvenal. Finished the ninth Satire. Coarse enough, but strong. Afternoon Aristotle. Evening on my Coins. Nothing of particular consequence.

Another fine day. My last number of the Massachusetts Voter appeared today. I think with it I take leave of political affairs, at least for the present. My object is either gained or lost. The Majority has either sustained itself or it has not. If as the indications appear to be at present, it shall not have done so, I can flatter myself that the system which has been attempted to be introduced to break down my father has failed. Henceforth I act for myself. The thorny path of politics must be trodden by me with a cautious step. I will do nothing to disgrace myself, nothing to be hereafter ashamed of. There are symptoms of general anarchy among parties. During which time, it is madness for a well principled man to take any advanced lead. After the rage is over and it will probably last many years, the voice of reason may be heard.

Went to the Office. Occupied in writing and Accounts. Mr. Brigham called to see me about the lease of my house in Acorn Street and Mr. J. H. Foster upon the subject of the Guardianship of Mrs. Adams’ children. I referred the latter to Judge Leland.

Walk and home to read Juvenal, whose lines I find full of meaning. There is a singular and indefinable charm about the Classics. They do to me what Montesquieu said one hour’s reading of any book did to him, soothe the mind. Afternoon, Aristotle upon Education, which is no doubt the primary principle of all Government. With us, how super-260ficial! Evening at home. Working upon my Medals, and finished Catalogue of Pamphlets.