Another beautiful day. I went to Market and from thence to the Office. Nothing of any importance that is new. Politics go no much as usual. My article did not appear as I expected. It must have given way to an article I see from William Foster’s pen. Because when I was at the Office yesterday I saw Mr. Paine give it out. I made up my Diary 169and worked at Accounts. Well, no matter. I must have patience, and do things slowly.
A. H. Everett came in and I detailed to him the substance of my conversation with Gibson yesterday. My design being to rouse him to the necessity of a little exertion. He seemed to think the influence of the Custom house party already broken down as evinced by the result of the application for the Collectorship last winter. I have not so much confidence in that as a test, inasmuch as much has been done to change matters since that time. I was obliged however to break off the conversation in order to meet Mr. Carey at his marble yard at half past twelve, to pick out chimney pieces. I selected what I should want. Called as I went along upon Mrs. Fuller who settled most of her rent.
On my return to my Office I found T. K. Davis. Talked with him upon an application made to him by William Jordan about a Newspaper. The proposal is to start one on an independent basis, and the men concerned are to be Brownson, Alcott, Emerson and sub rosâ Dr. Channing. I stated the difficulty in my mind to this direction. They are all considered in Boston as visionaries, and they would conduct a press with no reference excepting the promulgation of theories. Davis said the same objection had occurred to him. As he lingered, I asked him to dinner. Miss Smith was there too. Nothing material. Afternoon very short. Evening, Miss Smith passed it with us, and I accompanied her home. A most beautiful night. But the clouds begin to gather. I wrote No. 2 on the currency, a more amplified copy.
Although my copy was given out the other day, it has not yet appeared. I went to the Office. The clouds I spoke of last night have gathered so effectively that today we had a regular snow storm set in, with a very high wind. My time at the Office not much interrupted. I attended to the payment of several of the bills remaining due by my father. And thus the time passed.
Home, my Wife and I were invited to go down and dine with Mr. Brooks but the storm came on so violently she concluded not to go. I went and found Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham, nobody else. The dinner was tolerably pleasant though nothing interesting. Home after stopping for a minute at the Athenaeum. I did nothing all the afternoon.
Evening, read to my Wife from the affected and yet rather interesting narrative of Willis who imposed himself upon the credulity of the Europeans for an Official character of some consequence. After this, I 170sat down to writing but found my thoughts were hardly matured enough to go on very distinctly. I am almost tired of studying out so intricate a subject with the patience necessary for so little profit. To bed late.