Morning pleasant but weather very warm. I went to the Office after sitting down to have some Conversation with I. Hull. He seems very much depressed and not altogether in so good a state of mind as I wished. I now and then repent of having offered him any convenience. But I suppose I ought not to.

Began my Catalogue which I propose to be pretty careful with. Read Gibbon. Had Several interruptions and walked with Mr. Peabody. The child is not very well which always troubles us. In addition to this, we get no information from Washington.

Afternoon, devoted to writing a long letter to my father—Upon the subject of Mr. McLane’s report.1 He will not thank me for boring him upon that subject. Read a little of Sismondi. Evening quiet. My wife went to Medford with Miss Fowle. It rained a little. I read some of Corneille’s Cid. But am overcome with Drowsiness. Omitted Paley.