The morning was clear and pleasant. My mother, wife and I attended divine Service and heard Dr. Richmond preach very sensible Sermons, but he is unfortunate in having a manner which is a little of the dullest.1 I find it next to impossible to listen to him. The elder portion of the Clergy are more deficient than the younger, and yet they are all very indifferent. They show little or none of that fascination in manner which makes words, things.

My father obtained a Newspaper giving an Account of the Revolution as it is confirmed by the News from France.2 This forms one of the most remarkable events of the present period. It astonishes and at the same time raises an involuntary enthusiasm. A people struggling for rights which fairly belong to them, always excite sympathy at the outset. It is only necessary that they should keep within those rights, to secure perfect approbation—hic labor, hoc opus est. We must wait and see.

I worked all day upon my Catalogue, progressing so rapidly that I hope now to finish very perfectly before I leave Quincy. Mr. Miller and Judge Adams were here in the Evening and Mr. Degrand from Boston who also spent the night.