The Morning was as warm as any during the Summer, but it cooled off with rain and a thunder shower before night. We all attended divine service in the morning and heard Mr. C. T. Thayer deliver a discourse in quite a smooth, flowing manner. He imitates Mr. Everett and not badly. Indeed if his matter bore him out, I know no young man in the Pulpit who would succeed better. He dined with us and seemed pleasant enough though I have a prejudice against him from a resemblance to his brother. To think that he only a year before me in College has found a settlement in life, while I am as yet on the mere threshold.1 Yet we are all advancing with rapid steps into the midst of active and bustling existence. There is no time to be lost by any one if he is wise enough to think.

As it rained, we did not go, (Abby and I) in the afternoon. She read French to me after which I read Le Batteux. Not much to be got from him. After all my notion is the true one. Oratory can hardly be acquired by learning the mere theory.