Morning at the Office and in Court. Received a letter from my father in answer to the one which I wrote myself on the 20th of last month. It is rather giving me an expectation for something more than any thing in itself.1 But I passed much of the day reflecting upon it, when not engaged in the pursuit of my regular avocations. I devoted the evening to answering it, but could not satisfy myself with any thing I wrote.
Acknowledging receipt of “A Yankee Farmer’s” attack and of CFA’s reply (see entries for