Morning clear with a fine wind and pleasant. My Wife did not seem quite so well as usual, but I conclude that this must be as she approaches her term. I have felt more anxiety today however, and wish that some person was with her to relieve me in case of responsibility.

After reading Aristotle as usual, I went to the Office and had a very quiet and uninterrupted morning. I spent it for the most part in reading my Grand Father’s Defence, the first Volume of which I finished. When we consider that it was written previous to the formation of 101our Federal Government, when an experiment on a grand scale was not at all so certain of success as we are apt to think now, the earnestness with which certain principles are pushed was not superfluous, nor was confidence in the theory ill founded. As my Man Servant is absent, I was obliged to go and deliver my Notes myself, for a Meeting of the Directors of the Boylston Market.

Returned home, and after dinner read Cicero’s Epistles which continue to interest me. I read today the complaint of Metellus Celer, and Cicero’s reply which is pretty tart. It is a little remarkable that so powerful a mind should have so much weakness. He was timid, and though he knew the right, he did not always strive to convince himself that it ought to be pursued. Evening at home. Took a short walk with my Wife, read more of Pye’s Commentary and closed with the Spectator.