Morning dark with clouds and heavy rain. It poured with the utmost steadiness and regularity throughout. I remained quietly ensconced at home and read the remainder of the third Satire of Juvenal which is extremely difficult and has cost me great pains to subdue.

The Advocate of this morning contains a sign that the Atlas is offering battle with Mr. Everett. So much the better. This is the main point. I sat down in the afternoon and wrote a second Article upon Political Management, designed for the editorial department. This is meant to check the vagaries of the Members of Congress, who want to give Antimasonry a particular direction. The struggle now is between the influence of the Boston Advocate and that of these members of Congress. And every thing depends upon the direction of the fire.

Read Thiers and Madame du Deffand. The latter complains more and more of ennui as she grows older. But she gets into an era of far greater interest to us in this Country—That of the American War. Wrote until late.