Cooler day with an East wind. I remained at home all day. Read the sixth Satire of Juvenal in Gifford’s translation. It is the longest and 197he says the most perfect of all, but it’s subject the vices of Women is not a favourite with me. Wrote the answer to Mr. Johnson referred to yesterday. The Morning Mail gives some further fearful details of the proceedings of the Baltimore mob. They have destroyed the houses of Mess. Johnson, Glenn, Morris, Ellicott and the furniture of the Mayor. He has played a miserable part in this business.

Afternoon, read parts of the Memoirs of the Duc de St. Simon,1 a severe old satirist of the days of Louis 14 and the Regency. What an animal of corruption man is. What a miserable spectacle does he present in his best estate. Also, some of the odes of Peter Pindar, coarse and disagreeable, but rather pointed.

Mr. and Mrs. S. B. Barrel with Miss Keating were here in the afternoon on a visit, and President Quincy came in afterwards. My father was not at home which I regretted. The news from Baltimore is that the violence has ceased.

Morning rainy, with a hot South wind. I passed my time in copying for my father. Attended divine service all day. Heard in the morning Mr. Lunt preach from Romans 13. 1. “Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.” A discourse of quite extraordinary ability upon the late tendency manifested throughout the Country to violence and riot. Mr. Lunt began with explaining the text to mean not the divine right of any particular form of Government but the divine right of government in such form as the people have thought fit to approve. He then went on to show the crime of violation of it in a very powerful manner. Mr. Lunt is certainly a man of no small power. Afternoon Mr. Whitney. Proverbs 14. 32. “The righteous hath hope in his death.” The death of the just, a very indifferent performance made worse by the contrast with the present active preacher.

I afterwards read Dr. Barrow’s discourse from Luke 22. 42. “Nevertheless let not my will, but thine be done.” Submission to the divine will, certainly one of the justest lessons to a Christian. Yet when the world goes hard, it is one of the most difficult of tasks to refrain from murmuring and when it goes very well we are always forgetting our duty. Such is man’s weakness.

In the evening when Louisa C. Smith and Elizabeth C. Adams were about to return home having spent the day, my Wife rode up in the 198Carriage to see Mrs. E. Miller—My father and I walking up to join her. The Beales and Dr. Woodward. Some sacred music from Miss Miller, but tiresome. Home.