Morning mild and cloudy. I went to the Office and my time was taken up in Accounts and in arranging my pamphlets. Not any thing new. Read a little of Sismondi’s second volume which is upon the subject of currency and contains many valuable thoughts. Political Economy is the strangest science in the world. It contains so many propositions true in themselves when made precisely to regard a certain combination of circumstances, which become untrue when those circumstances change.

Home. Sophocles. Afternoon coins. My Wife grows better slowly. Evening, read Swift’s Pamphlet upon the Civil dissensions in Rome and Athens1 and wrote for exercise a page or two of composition for possible future use.