Morning at the Office. Weather stormy and disagreeable. This morning produced to the
light the first piece I ever wrote that was published.1
I wrote a short letter to my father upon the subject inclosing the articles written
by Mr. Lowell under the signature of a Yankee Farmer and mentioning my notice of them.
This took up much time and I had only an hour or two for Law. The receipt of a letter
from my Mother2
assuring me of the continuation of good spirits in the family notwithstanding the
disaster of the election,3
had a very good effect on mine, as I had been anxious upon the subject. Afternoon,
reading Mr. Burke on Indian Affairs, not very interesting and if it were not for an
occasional exceedingly eloquent passage, I would omit [it]
altogether. Evening, did not go out as it rained violently. Remained at home and
read Comus and a Book of Paradise Lost.