Morning opened with heavy rain which ceased however at the time commonly fixed to go to Meeting. I went to Mr. Frothingham’s and heard him deliver a Sermon upon the Communion, which had to me not much interest. It is a subject upon which I have not as yet felt disposed to pay much attention, nor have I felt that my religious opinions or method of life need any such support or confirmation. Returned home and passed the remainder of the day with Abby. She was suffering from the cold which I have just ceased to have. It seems to extend every where probably occasioned by a chill in the air which has a tendency to check the perspiration of the system too suddenly. Mr. Blake called in for a few minutes only to talk of Miss Hubbard’s marriage &ca.

I amused myself in reading La Harpe, who is the most amusing critic without exception that I have read. He discusses the Ancient Tragedy, and the plays of Aeschylus and Sophocles with great spirit. I have been so interested in him as to wish that I only had more time to devote. But this at present is impossible. My wife is lonely and at times depressed, and she requires more attention than usual from the sensitiveness of her nature which has ever been too much indulged. Our evening passed quietly as they usually do and with much comfort. I certainly am too much favoured to think of complaining.