It was late before we saw each other on Thursday Morning, and from the appearance of one or two of the party, one would have judged that they had been carousing. For myself, the wine and the New York water together certainly affected me violently but not singularly, from what I could gather among the Strangers who are now here. I had a number of calls today from various gentlemen. Satterllee Clark,1 whom I did not know, he took me for my brother. Mr. Geo. Sullivan, Blount Blunt, Mr. Bradish, Col. Trumbull,2 and a variety of others. Indeed I have been made quite a great character 57since my residence at New York whenever I have travelled, at home I sink into my original situation. I went to Blunt’s room too and had a good deal of political conversation with him. I am not altogether an admirer of Blunt. He is an able man so far as natural powers are concerned, but he has managed to scrape up a world of self conceit which has injured him as a companion very much. He talks despondingly. I was glad to get rid of him and return home to dinner. We sat rather late and only had time after dinner (that is, Richardson and I) to go down to Browere’s and see my bust which is laying there and has been for a considerable time.3 I see no probability of ever getting it at Washington. As I found him in the midst of his vocation, I remained a very short time. In the evening we all went to the Park Theatre and assisted in damning an actor by the name of Mumford who tried to perform Bertram in the play of that name.4 It was a sleepy business however and I remained rather impatiently until the end. Some of my companions found more amusing entertainment than Love laughs at Locksmiths,5 and did not accompany the rest to the National Hotel.

On this morning Tudor took leave of us in order to accompany his mother to Philadelphia. I forgot to mention it in it’s place as his absence did not occur to my recollection at the moment, and my Notes mentioned only his return. I was rather pleased than otherwise as he was in a humour to make us all excessively wild. And I was anxious for a little respite at least.