A very warm day, but the heat was tempered with us by a high wind blowing with violence, which though warm was better than calm. I rose early and went to Mr. Greenleaf’s Wharf and took a bath, alone. Then home where I sat most of my time occupied upon the Review I undertook yesterday. Of this I finished three numbers which I inclosed in a Note to the Editor of the Courier. This is a new step that I have taken and has not been done without reflection. My feelings would have led me to continue neutral between the parties but my principles would not. The Address is a step into the jaws of Nullification which I can never follow, and if I mean to acquire any influence at all which I must resist. For the letters to Mr. Biddle have leaned the balance the wrong way for me. Afternoon I read a little of Pliny’s Panegyric, and a few of Bayle’s letters.1 Evening at the Mansion to tea. The air growing cooler until it became much changed.