Morning rather pleasant. I rode to town and spent a greater part of my day in making the necessary arrangements for a return to our house. I first went to the House to superintend the warming and ventilating and then went to the various places where provisions and stores were to be had in order that my wife should have as little to ask for as possible. This however took up much of my time and I had but a moment left for to call and see Mr. Brooks.

A Mr. Lemon came to see me this morning or at least dropped in accidentally, having called to see Mr. Everett. He was one of the Committee for whom the Democratic Address was written and is Postmaster of Roxbury. He came to show a letter of refusal by the Editors 123of the Dedham Patriot to him who had asked the admission of a piece in favor of Mr. Everett. Incidentally he mentioned a possibility of getting something into the Norfolk Advertiser, another paper professing to be neutral, and asked me to furnish one particularly relating to the question of nonresidence.2 I told him I would and there left it. He to call Wednesday morning. The letter of refusal is a singular specimen of the vindictiveness which pursues Mr. Everett. On this account it is mainly that I am desirous to aid him, for I see much that I cannot admire.

Home. Afternoon short. I only went up the hill and observed that they had brought several loads of lumber today. There is water in my well twenty feet deep. So much for that. I spent some time in the various duty of winding up odd ends. Evening the same. The ladies played whist at which I took my turn.