Very heavy rain again today. I did not stir out of the House. Read Muller and almost finished the lively Account of the Appenzel Insurrection. Then Hume whose Dialogues I finished. He was a Deist admiring to1 exercise his capacity upon intricate subjects and scarcely possessing the foundation necessary to fix his judgment to sound con-330clusions. Wrote and copied a letter to my father and read a little of Jay. So much for the morning.
In the Afternoon, I read Walpole’s Letters which are all of them amusing enough. He had the art of writing nothings admirably well. His life was the life of a humanist. His feelings do not appear to have been so strong as his expressions and His heart amazingly selfish. Ovid, Elegies. That upon the death of Tibullus is very pretty. Evening continued Walpole.
In the sense of being pleased to.