Morning tolerably clear. I was occupied an hour in my weekly visit to Market, after which I passed my time at the Office very quietly. Did not think of calling for my Letters until noon, when I found one from my father inclosing another to Mr. Hallet.1 I called upon him to deliver it, and found him in no amiable mood. He seemed disposed to make alterations in the Address. I felt somewhat provoked with him for this, and it was with some effort I kept my temper. He had been the means of bringing my father out by a very unusual series of resolutions, and once out, he seemed to imagine he was tied forever. I told him at once, that his resolutions and not my father were to blame for this state of things, and that if as he threatened, he became Jacksonian, the only result would be that the penetration of my father would be justified. I imagine these views had some effect. We parted goodnaturedly, but neither of us pleased.
I took a short walk. Mr. Brooks and Edward dined with me—But little or no interesting conversation. Short afternoon, Lord Bacon. Evening, Miss Edgeworth’s Ormond.
At eight o’clock, Mr. Hallett was announced, and he sat with me in my study until nearly eleven. His tone was entirely changed. Instead of Jacksonism, he professed to consider my father’s suspicion as very unjust and more than hinted that as I had raised it, I ought to put it down. He read me my father’s letter to him and then opened his business. He had read the Address to Messrs. Bailey and Whitmarsh,
To CFA, 31 Dec. 1833; to B. F. Hallett, same, LbC (both in Adams Papers).