The morning was clear but cold. I passed the day very quietly, heard Mr. Whitney preach morning and afternoon, two Sermons very much in his usual style. He is very uninteresting and I think has almost brought his Parish to a crisis. The result of the present state of things is rather to be feared.

I conversed with my father during the day upon a variety of subjects relating to his situation here in Quincy. We do not often think alike upon matters of common life. He is a little more easy than I am disposed to be, under impositions of various kinds, and trusts as I be-367lieve we all do, a little too much to his own preconceived notions of right. But I am speaking perhaps more boldly than I ought.

My Mother was kept up in pretty tolerable spirits during the day, by the presence of my Wife. She is in low spirits from a state of depression resulting from her health, and from a general apathy to the ordinary run of the world, which is as unfortunate a thing as can befall a woman. I can give no account of any very profitable occupation during the day. Evening, Miscellaneous Conversation.