On getting to the house in London by the usual train I heard the intelligence received by the Canada. The election has passed off without disturbance and the result is the reelection of the President by a most decisive and overwheming vote. This has the country passed safely through the most grave of its trials since the first outbreak of the war. The people have wisely guarded against putting the Constitution to the service strain of a distracted election. The government is consolidated so far as they can make it so, and the policy is sustained, in all its ramifications of power. This is a result in which we may be permitted humbly to rejoice. No greater example of wisdom was ever shown by any nation however governed. I cannot think that the famous period to which we all are in the habit looking as the golden age of the republic has any thing to show more grand, more patriotic and more brave. I must now begin seriously to consider how this affects my own duties. Some action must be taken before long. Walked to Fenton’s to call on Mrs Brooks, but she was not at home. Little business excepting to complete arrears of small correspondence. A few visits of congratulation. Home as usual. In the evening, finished the first volume of General Scott. He has omitted all reference to the matter of General Jackson, and his quiestion of veracity with my father, about which he talked to me during the winter I was in Washington. His sketch of Jackson is the best thing in his book.