Morning clear and pleasant. I left Medford and returned to Boston. Morning, passed quietly at the Office and at the Athenaeum whither I went for the purpose of examining one or two authorities for my positions in my last number of the Appeal. I also went to procure a new volume of Thiers and some work upon the collection and arrangement of medals and coins. I find my collection is a trifle—Not more than a thousand specimens including the Casket which I have never seen of ancient medals and coins at Washington.1 And the most valuable I cannot procure. I took out Pinkerton’s book which is a sort of elementary work.2

Home. Read a little of Gifford’s translation of Juvenal. But I must change my hour, for from some unknown cause I am always excessively drowsy just before dinner. It used to be afterward. Read Thiers, the 186treaty of Leoben. His account of the relations of the Directory with the United States shakes my faith in his whole book more than any thing I have yet seen. Thiers is a French Juggler without fixed principle. Madame du Deffand and Crabbe.

Evening, I walked out, calling to see Mr. Frothingham who is better. He was seated in his new study with his children about him, and looked very comfortable and gentlemanly. Home after an hour’s chat. Wrote over again my last page of No. 8 and corrected it. This task is done.