Dark with rain making the Streets exceedingly disagreeable. I read enough of Kotzebue’s Story to find that his heroine was seduced and immediately put the book in its case for the purpose of taking up Schiller’s Wallenstein. Office, Mr. Walsh came in and talked about French affairs. I wrote my Diary and a good deal upon the College matters not taking my usual walk on account of the weather.

The House of Representatives again went into an election of Senator and chose Governor Davis by a much increased vote. The Stories that were circulated reinforced by a rumor that my father is hostile to Mr. Webster’s pretensions have had their effect in driving the timid 79brethren into the net. Well, so be it, as my father says. I have no doubt it is designed for the best. My father may do the Country better service in the House.

Read Ovid, and in the Afternoon continued the work of assorting papers which is drawing to a conclusion. Read also de Grimm. Evening, the town much excited by the arrival of the news of the Presidents message having arrived in France and of it’s reception by the press. The tone of the Papers is angry but evidently a little uneasy and alarmed. Collision certainly seems probable but I do not think it will take place. France must understand us to be in earnest and then perhaps we may go on. I read part of the Article Bacon in the Biographia Brittanica1 and Wallenstein which is difficult.