Morning pleasant. I read a little of Kotzebue and then went to the Office. Time taken up in writing Diary and a little of matters relating to Harvard.

Attended a sale of Stocks. The Insurance fell very much. The panic about a War has knocked it all down so that it sold today for much less than it was worth. I bid upon some of it up to the mark I had set which was a low one. But I did not get it. My object in bidding was a two fold one. In the first place to get the Stock if cheap, in the second 77if I did not get it at least to prevent others from sacrificing property in a moment of foolish panic. For it seems to me it is undervaluing the power of this Country very much.

Walk as usual and then home. Read Ovid—Beginning of the fifth book of the Fasti. Mr. Brooks dined out. Afternoon, continued the Papers of my grandfather and de Grimm. Evening finished Vathek, and began the Life of Schiller, said to be written by Mr. Carlyle. I like it so far very well. Nothing material.