Morning mild and like Summer. I went to the Office as usual. This weather does not produce a very pleasing effect upon me as it used to, my mind is now rendered languid by it. I called upon Mr. Kinsman to see if there was any probability of a termination of the dispute with Whitney. But I find none. He is not altogether so active an Attorney as I took him for. Returned to my Office and passed my time in reading Graham over again. I accomplished the History of Virginia today and on the whole have no occasion to alter the impressions which the previous reading had made. I do not know whether I shall fully succeed in working it in. But is not the trial worth making. Shall I not obtain some degree of notice even for the attempt.

My time was very little interrupted. For a few days past I have not seen a soul, which is rather an unusual circumstance. The afternoon was entirely occupied in writing my Essay in which I made considerable progress and got through the violent charge of intolerance that has been made against them.1 I do not know whether I have done to my side the justice it deserved, but I think it bears a strong face. My time was taken up until quite late, as this was the evening for the meeting of the family at Chardon’s. I went as usual and we had a Supper much in the ordinary way. Returned quite early.