Morning pleasant. I went out to Quincy. My morning was short. I gave additional directions to the gardener, and looked for my father’s Diary, the sixth volume of which I found and brought with me into town. Arrived at the Office, I read to Mr. Hallett who happened to be in, and to Mr. Everett passages which substantially sustain my father’s positions, although they materially vary from them in some of the details. It seems General Jackson never had the Treaty because he was not there when the Treaty was framed. On the other hand he was particularly consulted upon the question of boundary and gave his advice to accept the Sabine. I consulted with the gentleman1 what was the best course to pursue. Home late.

Afternoon, engaged all the time in making the extracts which were sufficiently numerous to take up one sheet of my hand writing. This is fatiguing and unprofitable to me but it is doing my father a service and that is compensation quite enough. That it gains me an insight into all the details of the formation of the Florida Treaty is also a matter of some value.

Evening at home. Miss Louisa De Wint in consequence of her sister’s being taken down with the scarlet fever, has removed to our quarters—So that we have a larger family than usual and the children all more or less ailing.

I went to the Office this morning and most of my time was passed in a variety of small occupations. I got Mr. Cruft to come in and read over in the original the passages from my fathers Diary while I read aloud, which being done I got him to sign a certificate respecting the copy. I also asked Mr. Walsh to compare the passages and Mr. A. H. Everett although I did not require from them any certificate. This over I folded it up with a short letter to send off,1 and sent it after dinner to the Post.

A number of interruptions, some on business and some not. I this day sold my father’s horses for a song. But any thing is better than keeping them without use at ten dollars a week. My mind is now much easier. Home late and missed Livy. In the Afternoon, Sismondi and Ariosto, a little of Forster who is decidedly dull. I passed the evening quietly with the ladies after which, tried to write another Article but 392I am so tired of doing it that I believe I shall give up. My hold on politics is relaxing.