Morning cloudy with occasional showers of rain, but the air was quite mild. After reading a little of the Oration on the Embassy, I went to the Office and busied myself today with a little more effect. I finished today the Debates in the New York Convention. They seem at last to have reached a considerable degree of personal bitterness and perhaps lay open the secret of the subsequent hatred of Hamilton entertained in New York as well as in the Union generally. It is the fortune of warm and, I may add, generous minds to make enemies from their superiority, but as an offset to this they have warmer friends than others.

Returned home and in the Afternoon finished the remaining letters of Cicero to Brutus. They confirm me in my previous impressions. I have now concluded two great divisions of Cicero’s Works, the Rhetorical and the Epistolary. The Philosophical portion remains.

Evening at home. Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham and Miss Phillips came up and spent the Evening. And we had a little Supper and on the whole a pleasant time. I read the Spectator.