Morning at home copying a portion of Mr. Vaughan’s Papers. The day was chill and cloudy
so that I did not go out at all. I read part of Irving’s Life of Columbus aloud to
my Mother. She seemed to be tolerably well. The day was extremely uninteresting in
all respects. Evening in conversation with my Mother. I felt a little dull but the
political prospect is rapidly closing, and certainty will soon appear. This will assist
me in my arrangement about marriage very materially.