Cloudy. Time distributed as usual. Evening at home.

This season of the year commonly passes with much uniformity, but I think there is more this year even than usual. I work upon coins, then go to the Office and upon my return read Greek with great regularity.

The President’s Message arrived today to enliven us but unluckily it contains nothing but a long and unsatisfactory argument upon credit and banking which results in nothing. I am more and more impressed with the nothingness of his policy.

Afternoon, copying and Pinkerton. Evening, Walpole and Lecture. We had another severe gale all night.