At home all day. Heavy rain fell in the morning. I did not attend divine service, principally because I was not asked and a little on account of natural indolence. I seized the opportunity of the day however to read the North American Review in the last Number, some of the Articles of which are good, especially one upon Elocution, which gratified me extremely.1 The tone and spirit of this article are better than those which we find in general in this publication which has been tamed down to the most stupid of milk and water. In the evening with Abby. Some Company came and among others, two Mr. Angiers,2 who sang a few simple songs tolerably well. They are apparently very well satisfied with their style and probably will remain so until they learn a better one.