A lovely day. Division of time as usual. Evening at home.

After my usual time passed in coins, about four or six of which I succeed in investigating daily, I go to the Office, and what little spare 348time I get from the Newspapers and business I devote to Storch whose book I am trying to read. At the Athenaeum and from thence home where I go on with Oedipus. Miss Smith dined and spent the evening with us. On with the MS and with the Notes on Storch. Nothing very new. Evening, Walpole and the Lecture. Time monotonous enough.

Cloudy. Time distributed as usual. Evening at home.

This season of the year commonly passes with much uniformity, but I think there is more this year even than usual. I work upon coins, then go to the Office and upon my return read Greek with great regularity.

The President’s Message arrived today to enliven us but unluckily it contains nothing but a long and unsatisfactory argument upon credit and banking which results in nothing. I am more and more impressed with the nothingness of his policy.

Afternoon, copying and Pinkerton. Evening, Walpole and Lecture. We had another severe gale all night.

Clear and cloudy. Time as usual. Evening at home. H. G. Gorham.

I went to the Office as usual. Time passed in ordinary way. The storm of last night is thought even more severe than that a fortnight since. It certainly had more effect upon my house as it unloosed all the lead on the ridge causing it to leak badly. The damage in the harbour and bay is very great. Home to read Oedipus. Afternoon as usual. H. G. Gorham came in for an hour in the evening. I finished my Lecture again.

Windy and cold. Exercises as usual. Evening, visitors. Call to see Mr. Brooks.

The weather is very tempestuous this season. After my usual exercise with my daughter, I attended divine service and heard Dr. Frothingham from Revelation 4. 1. “And I heard a voice which said come up hither.” Very good but I liked the Afternoon sermon better from 2 Peter 53. 6.7 and 8, too long to extract but bearing upon the notion of a Millenium which has lately been revived by one or two preachers who hold forth among the illiterate about here.1 The notion of a deluge as a fact of early occurrence is universally impressed upon man-349kind by the concurrence of all races of men, that of a termination of the world by fire at some future time is also an impression which has been general. The thing has been predicted to happen extremely often but has always failed and there is no more reason for believing any special moment than there ever was. The millenium too has been a favorite idea with many great minds, but in this as in all other things the true course is to trust to divine providence.

Read a sermon by Tillotson from Philippians 3. 20. “For our conversation is in heaven.” The preparation for a future state is one of the points most essential for the regulation of this life. I am rather surprised at the reputation which Tillotson has earned for his discourses appear to me in the highest degree common. Thomas and Francis Frothingham came up to tea, after which we made a short visit to see Mr. Brooks.