Another beautiful day. I went to Market and from thence to the Office. Nothing of any importance that is new. Politics go no much as usual. My article did not appear as I expected. It must have given way to an article I see from William Foster’s pen. Because when I was at the Office yesterday I saw Mr. Paine give it out. I made up my Diary 169and worked at Accounts. Well, no matter. I must have patience, and do things slowly.
A. H. Everett came in and I detailed to him the substance of my conversation with Gibson yesterday. My design being to rouse him to the necessity of a little exertion. He seemed to think the influence of the Custom house party already broken down as evinced by the result of the application for the Collectorship last winter. I have not so much confidence in that as a test, inasmuch as much has been done to change matters since that time. I was obliged however to break off the conversation in order to meet Mr. Carey at his marble yard at half past twelve, to pick out chimney pieces. I selected what I should want. Called as I went along upon Mrs. Fuller who settled most of her rent.
On my return to my Office I found T. K. Davis. Talked with him upon an application made to him by William Jordan about a Newspaper. The proposal is to start one on an independent basis, and the men concerned are to be Brownson, Alcott, Emerson and sub rosâ Dr. Channing. I stated the difficulty in my mind to this direction. They are all considered in Boston as visionaries, and they would conduct a press with no reference excepting the promulgation of theories. Davis said the same objection had occurred to him. As he lingered, I asked him to dinner. Miss Smith was there too. Nothing material. Afternoon very short. Evening, Miss Smith passed it with us, and I accompanied her home. A most beautiful night. But the clouds begin to gather. I wrote No. 2 on the currency, a more amplified copy.