The sunset which was lovely beyond description last night did nevertheless fail of foretelling a fine day. It was cloudy in the morning and heavy rain in the afternoon.

This was the day upon which the general election took place in this State and the contest was a very animated one. I deposited my vote which was generally with the Administration party. But I erased the name of Marcus Morton without inserting any other, struck out Mr. Dunham from the Senate, substituting Quincy, and in the House, putting Edward Brooks, Thomas K. Davis and John Walsh instead of three of the names, Jacob Amee, Henry B. Smith and one other.

I wrote Diary and talked with Mr. Walsh. Home to read Livy. Afternoon, assorting MS. A set of Addresses will make a volume and show that a portion of the people at least had confidence in the old veteran.1 Evening at home. Read Lamartine. Afterwards Grahame.

Morning cloudy with rain and snow. I went to the Office after looking over the returns, which show a great increase of the Whig vote and more than a corresponding increase on the democratic side. But the State pretty certainly remains under Whig control next year. I am not able positively to say I am sorry for it. My own prospects as a politician are so very miserable any way that I derive gratification only from what may benefit the country. And the Country will certainly be benefitted by an active opposition.

Nothing particular at the Office. Made up some arrears of Diary and accounts. Home. Livy. Nothing. Afternoon, made up all the Addresses of 1798 and then read Grahame. Evening, Lamartine. Mrs. Frothingham and Mr. Brooks were here for an hour but I was too dull to talk much.

Mrs. Adams again unwell today. My winter does not appear extremely promising. I went to the Office. The returns of this day show that Mr. Everett is defeated in the ninth District. I am sorry for this but not surprised. There were too many obstacles, the main one being the character of the man himself. I called at the Advocate Office and had much conversation with Mr. Hallett about him. He very strongly dissuades Mr. Everetts going to Washington this winter and even intimates it will be equivalent to his abandoning him. I think it will be bad policy too, but the man must live. Mr. Bancroft is also defeated which is not any matter of regret. Mr. Everett and Mr. Bancroft have both of them suited their politics to the wind too much and have forgotten to respect themselves.

Home. Too late for Livy. Afternoon, Grahame and Papers. Evening, Mr. Brooks took tea. My wife grew so much more unwell that I changed my room, and sent for the Dr.