Morning pleasant. I remained at home very quietly and read the first half of the fifth satire of Juvenal. It is the reference to manners that makes this Author inexplicable even to the most learned, in some 195of his passages. Yet there is a bold manly vigour in his style that makes him worth studying.

The Mail brought a Morning Advocate with the Article alluded to by Mr. Everett in reply to the Atlas. It is a thorough stinger. This war is one of tolerable activity but the power is all on one side. The Atlas fires feebly and very slow. Mr. Webster is retiring from the scene of action. His retreat is heavy because he does not know whither to take refuge. The State assuredly gives him the slip if he advocates any Southern candidate.

Afternoon reading Pinkerton upon Medals. My father went to town to dine with Mr. Gorham. My Wife and I were invited down to a party at Squantum of Quincy people. But we did not go, as I dislike taking care of my own horse. Evening, we went and made a call upon Mr. Lunt and his Wife—Our new Clergyman whom I knew in College.