Clear day. Office. Time as usual. Evening at home.

This is a period of such profound quiet in all affairs domestic, political and literary that my Journal is in very poor case. Read Burr today at the Office finishing the first Volume, and the Journal in the afternoon. There is a marked defect of principle running through his whole conduct and yet a singular privation of complaint in his Record. He experiences bad treatment more often than good but abstains from censure in most cases even when he feels most strongly. This excites sympathy.

Read Electra with which I am refreshed. Classical study is like drinking wine. A stimulating pleasure. Evening sat down to make a draught of a paper upon the currency. Found thoughts enough but not facts and hence a difficulty.