Heavy rain. At home all day.

The rain continued to fall so heavily all day that I felt no inclination to go to town nor to try my cold by any movement out of doors. My time passed rapidly enough at home in reading some of McCulloch’s Article commenced yesterday, and in copying some farther articles as usual. I also looked over a file of letters with a view to selection. They are however of a later date and very few of them will bear publication yet. On the whole I have already obtained a pretty good stock of letters to begin with.

Afternoon continued Menzel with some assiduity. His account of history is interesting. Decidedly averse to the literary reputation of Muller whom he appears to me to treat too roughly. He is evidently full of prejudices—and political zeal.

My father came in for a moment in the evening to inquire how I did. My cold is better. Nothing new excepting that the Rhode Island Banks have all decided to suspend specie payments, and those of the District of Columbia.