Weather clear and pleasant. I went to the Office and was occupied in making up my Diary, and reading the Debates in the Intelligencer which are active enough. As usual my Father finds it difficult to keep his temper.1 We were not made for politicans politicians . We have too much fury about us.

Mr. G. A. Otis called to thank my father through me for the loan of books for his translation of Cicero’s Offices. He thinks he has now got something very superior. He cannot publish because the booksellers are embarrassed. He talked as an Author often talks and as all writers think. Some are wise enough to know that such language is usually disgusting to hearers.

Walk. Afternoon, reading Benjamin Constant and began to read over Cicero’s Tusculan Disputations. My next Classical study is to be Ovid but until I can get to Quincy for the purpose of looking over the copies in my father’s Library I can do nothing, in that line. Cicero is always charming. And his Tusculans I did not pay sufficient attention to. My wife was not at home to tea, but came in shortly afterwards. Ennui. I afterwards studied Wieland.