Morning pleasant. Office, received a long letter from A. H. Everett at Washington,1 complains of not hearing from here and wishes me to write. He intimates that an undercurrent exists between here and Washington which produces the correspondence in statement between the Globe and the Morning Post. I am fully aware of this, and it is for that reason that I have no disposition to run a tilt with them for the sake of the reformers. I think the Custom House party has no better principles but it has more means of doing mischief. I accordingly sat down and wrote a long reply detailing the whole matter from beginning to end,2 bringing the date up to last night. The writing and copying of this took me the whole day until tea-time—And I condensed more than I should have done.

Walk which is becoming daily more absolutely necessary. I missed reading Livy to do it. Mrs. Kirk called also and gave me some money.

Evening, went again to the Opera and heard the Somnambula for the sixth time. The house was much thinner than usual and manifested a failing in the Interest. As a very natural consequence the performers and more especially the chorus were more languid. I relished the piece less and began to think it best that I should not see it again very soon. Mr. Brough sung his song well but not so well as he did the last time of my hearing, and Mrs. Wood did not bring me up until the very close when her singing is admirable. On the whole, I shall remember this play with delight.

Morning mild with fog and slight rain which by night time became a flood. I went to the Office and was occupied there in Diary and Accounts. Nothing of material consequence. Walk, which I insisted upon. Met T. Dwight and he told me his brother was in town, an old college acquaintance. Saw him afterwards in the Street and asked him to fix his day to come and dine, which he did—Monday. He is disposed te renew an acquaintance which was pleasant enough formerly. I regarded him in former days as the most strongly marked character in the class. Home, Livy. Afternoon, Niebuhr, and de la Motte Fouqué, Madame Junot and Montagne, whom I occasionally take up for an hour’s diversion.

Morning windy but clear and mild. I went to the Office and turned my attention immediately to a settlement of accounts upon the draft of Mr. Johnson. I called at the Bank, settled with it for the interest and then drew the balance with which I redeemed my Cheque payable this day, of Mr. Stanwood. Thus one half at least of Mr. Johnson’s property is disposed of. I received a letter from him,1 requesting advice and information which I laid before Mr. Brooks. So far so good.

Wrote some Notes to several guests for Monday, and took a walk. My resumption of this practice even for three days has been decidedly beneficial. Home, to read Livy, the history of Camillus– Hooke’s Commentary not by any means the most favorable. In order to form an 350opinion, read Plutarch’s Life,2 which is after all a meagre abstract of Livy.

Evening, began my third number respecting General Harrison which I propose to make the finisher of the correspondence. Went to Mr. Brooks’, a supper party—Judge Lyman and his daughter Mrs. Henshaw, W. G. Brooks and his Wife and Elizabeth Phillips, Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham and ourselves. Home late.