Morning pleasant but cool. I remained at home during the whole day not doing a great deal of any thing, principally throwing away the time in musing upon various matters presently interesting. I read over some of Michaux but it is quite profitless. I read Mr. Everett’s Oration on the fourth of July1 and I thought as I often do of the nothingness of this world. I am a speculative man, my father was right. In the evening, I had some conversation with Abby, not of a perfectly pleasant nature but it all came out right as lover’s difficulties usually do.