The Cold was almost as severe today as it was last Sunday, giving to us the bitterness of Winter. I suffered more than usual, although on the whole, I think I bear the season pretty well. Morning at Meeting. Mr. Gannet preached a Sermon upon divine influence, to which I tried to listen, and to parts assented very willingly, particularly to that which asserted the efficacy of Prayer which I most firmly believe in. Afternoon. Rode to Medford. Arrived just as the People were leaving the Meeting house. Passed them all which annoyed me. Got through on the whole, more comfortably than last Sunday. The Country presented a magnificent Spectacle. The rain which had fallen heavily was congealed on the trees and grass and bushes and as the Sun declined, it’s rays were reflected in a thousand different ways from every prism which had been formed, and the whole mass looked like a magnificent powder of diamonds. Evening as usual—Abi.