The Whigs had their Meeting last night. Out of about four hundred and fifty members, one hundred and sixty six appeared. Of these one hundred and fifty seven voted for Mr. Everett. Mr. Bliss a Senator from Hampden resisted the procedings and Mr. Robinson from Middlesex in defending them was not very complimentary to the candidate. The nomination seems to have been sustained mainly by the Boston members. I do not know whether the result will be affected but one thing is certain that the party is shaken at this moment by the dissatisfaction of the whole Western section of the State. So far, so good.

Read Wallenstein and was delighted with it. Office, employed all my time in copying the letters written yesterday, which I finished and dispatched. Short walk. Excursus. So dry that I shall omit them. A parade of learning. Afternoon, Bacon’s Henry 7th and Grimm the former of which I pursued in the evening. Spirits variable, occasionally depressed.