Fine morning. I went to the Office and was occupied there in reading the North American Review—All the principal Articles of which I went through with. On the whole I did not derive much profit from any of them. This work contains little of any value to any body. A few young men are admitted to try their unfledged wings, and the rest of the matter is supplied by old ones who have other views in life and therefore cannot write independently. My Office boy had run away with my History.

Did business with Mr. Degrand and bought of him shares of the Merchant’s bank to make up a round sum. This is on Agency Account. Walk and home to dinner.

I had intended to have gone to Quincy but from some cause or other felt unwilling to. Afternoon, Botta but did not read any German. Evening quietly at home. Les Parvenus and an act of Twelfth Night. Finished Pompeii.