It rained during the night but cleared off this morning, the wind being Southerly and warm. This has certainly been a surprising Season. I went to Meeting in the Morning and heard Dr. Channing preach a Sermon on the same subject with that of last Sunday, on moral energy. I thought it inferior to the former. It was in some measure the repetition of a favorite idea by a diffuse writer, the principal defect which I discover in all of this gentleman’s productions. I also read some of the Sermons of Sterne. After dinner, rode to Medford, and passed the afternoon and evening in company with Abby. This day there was a fire in the Massachusetts Hospital which did much injury.1