WASHINGTON, May 8, 1852. MY DEAR MR. COMBE,— We are on the verge of a Presidential election. Our political caldron is beginning to seethe ve...

Cleared off pleasantly. Busy in morning getting memorandum receipts of the stores for the month. Afternoon rode to town and beat Melissa at...

A lonesome sort of Christmas. I breakfasted, dined and supped alone. Went to the Theatre and saw Macbeth alone. The President to-day...