A mild, cloudy, blustering day. Worked hard at my private letters for the Steamer, getting throug wit the close of the day light. I generally feel much relief after it comes to this hour, but this time there is a mass of other matter on my hands of more than common importance which must soon be disposed of. A long walk after dark to divert my mind. Mr Matson, a young man from Connecticut who brought me a letter from Mr Dixon, and who is a grandson of Governor Strong, dined and spent the evening with us.