I did not attend Church or go out of the house all day. I read some of Lord Bacon
contrary to custom as I take Sunday to be a holiday. But the principal part of the
day was employed in discussing politics and the Presidential question with Johnson
Hellen. I have become very much interested in it for want of something better to do,
and talk about probabilities and possibilities much more than I ever did before.
There are so many people one sees here playing so deep a game and staking almost all
upon the result that it is impossible not to feel as if one wished to crush them.
General Jackson is rising here considerably as it is understood that he has made up
almost all the old quarrels, and by sweetness of manner and piety
of disposition is winning his way with success.1
I do not think him to be an intriguer however.
Mr. Calhoun, of whom Johnson entertained so many fears, is now on the descending
scale and will probably quit the field. There are flying rumours about Mr. Crawford
and his health, but no confidence can be placed in what is said concerning him. Mr.
Clay says he is confident of his election, as he is backed by his eight Western
states and will trust to Providence for five others. And last of all my father
appears to take the matter with most amazing coolness and upon any question being
asked him returns it with the diplomatic answer, We shall see. He does sometimes
explain himself more fully and we have pleasant conversation on this subject.
Johnson’s whole heart and soul appears to be fixed on the catastrophe, which
interests us all more or less. We spent the Evening “en