Wet and cloudy but still mild. I went to the Office where I sat down to work upon my Accounts. Drew up a portion of the Quarterly Account with my father, and packed up to deliver to the Post several copies of my Pamphlet. The Newspapers are still very mum about it but it touches. S. T. Armstrong stopped me today and said he proposed to write me a letter about it, to which I replied my strong desire that he would.

There are a few melancholy details respecting poor Thomas Adams that give me a turn of pain whenever I think of them. Such is life!

I continued my Accounts and took a walk. Herodotus. Afternoon, Correspondence secrète, but it is positively the last Afternoon I will waste in this manner. Evening at home. Lockhart. Scotts Journal of his trip to the Orkneys.1 Afterwards, finished my Lecture or at least the first draft of it.

Morning cloudy, but mild. I went to the Office as usual but had little time to do much at my Accounts for the quarter having visits of different kinds to interrupt me.

Letter from my Mother1 written apparently in much agitation and giving some more details of this poor fellow’s death. A short story. He died from one of the fevers of the Country, his system having been previously weakened by chills during the Summer.

Home. Herodotus, the review of the first book I have finished. Afternoon, read a number of the Quarterly Review a new periodical sent to me to examine.2 Set up by a man who thinks he has a call to write. I could not find that his work justified him at all. He talks much of the spirit of the age and has at least the merit of desiring to think independently. I am inclined to believe that the public is becoming daily better prepared for independent thought. Evening read to my Wife my Lecture and was so dissatisfied with it, I believe I must remodel it.

A fine clear but quite a sharp day. We feel cold more from it’s long cessation. I went to the Office. Received a letter from A. B. Johnson of Utica to whom I sent a copy of my Pamphlet.1 He asks for a copy of the former one and expresses his dissent from my views respecting a National Bank. I immediately sent him a copy and at the same time wrote a short letter maintaining my opinions.2

Mr. Walsh made his appearance much to my surprise. He has verified my apprehensions, being resolved not to go and has come back to relapse into idleness. I had not much time, but took my walk and read Herodotus as usual.

In the afternoon, resumed the book of Father Jobert upon Medals which I followed up with some industry. I also looked over the MS to see if I could not make some changes in my Lecture with which I am not satisfied. Went down to make a call at Mrs. Frothingham’s, my Wife having taken tea there and found an assembly of the family. Evening tolerably pleasant. Home early, looked over Plutarch’s Essay’s.