A severely cold morning. I went to the Office. The Child appears to be better, but my cold affects me considerably. Engaged in writing. Received a curious letter from Mr. Foord, Register of Dedham, which I answered before night.1 I also finished Lingard’s eleventh Volume which is on the whole as good as any of them. Took a half hour to read Mr. Everett’s article upon Nullification. He is not powerful upon Constitutional Law. His mind embraces no great principles.2

Took a walk but the cold and the wind were so very intolerable, I was induced to shorten it. In the Afternoon, looked over Hallam and made considerable progress in my Article which I hope two or three more days will finish. It is totally different from the former one, perhaps better, but I do not know. Evening passed quietly at home. Read the rest of Ourika, a little trifle with but one idea in it, and more of Lady Craven’s very absurd and good for nothing book.3 Read a little of Hallam. The winter shows it’s face at last.