A heavy fog in the morning with mist but no rain. I was at the House a good deal where they are finishing the sods. Thence to the Bank where I transacted business, and to the Office of the Quincy Patriot to leave my third paper upon Texas. I find that if this topic is to be followed up, I must gain a little more information upon it. Dr. Channing’s Pamphlet is slightly deficient in this respect and some articles I see in the Morning Post upon the other side detail facts in too lame a manner to use them.
Home. Read a hundred lines of the eighth book of the Iliad which consumed the remainder of the morning. The afternoon is now too commonly thrown away. Evening with the children, and at 8. o’clock to Mr. T. Greenleaf’s where my wife and Mary took tea. Nothing new. Home. Wrote a little.