Cloudy and cold. I went to the Office after reading my usual time. Made a purchase for T. B. Adams of United States Bank Shares at rather a higher price than I should have given for them if I had closed last month. I am not yet quite up to Stockjobbing and it will be wise for me to keep out of it. This is a temporary investment on account of the great price of all other Stocks and the risk attending Insurance. The more I look at the French news the less I admire it. And yet I do not believe in War. Nothing but the precipitate conduct of our government and the obstinacy of the French Deputies can produce it.

At the house where I was engaged in some preparations for our return. Thus my whole morning vanished, and having had some exercise I would not walk. Finished the sixth and last book of the Fasti. The remaining months of the year are wanting. On the whole the Poet has made the best of his subject which is rather an awkward one. He has drawn out of it much of the popular mythology in which he appears to have been well versed. De Grimm. Wallenstein. Finished the Article Bacon in the Biographia Brittanica. And a great subject for thought is opened to me. Mr. Shepherd was in for a short time. Wallenstein.