Morning mild and pleasant. I attended at Meeting during the whole of the day and heard Mr. B. Whitney of Hingham preach. A man who seems to keep no course with the current of the times. A true Country Parson, without any hopes or wishes out of the line of his station. He dined with us and I was struck with the limited character of his observations. He is one of the old school of Clergy, and serves to show pretty clearly that on the whole there has been some advance in Theological education.

It rained in the afternoon, but Mr. and Mrs. Russel of Boston1 with Col. Quincy paid a visit notwithstanding. I continued my Alpha-302betical Catalogue during every minute of disposable time. Abby was much better today, so I sat up until eleven.