Morning cold, with an Easterly Wind and Rain. I attended divine Service all day and heard Mr. Frothingham in the Morning and Mr. Emerson in the afternoon. The latter delivered rather a remarkable Sermon about the spirit and its nature. It seemed to me from what I heard that he had not very permanently fixed what his idea was of the thing and therefore he talked about what he did not himself perfectly comprehend.

I looked through the life of Josiah Quincy Junr. by his Son,1 in the course of the day. And in the Evening after reading Captain Parry to my Wife, I amused myself with Boswell’s Tour to the Hebrides,2 which was a kind of feeler put out previous to publishing the Life. After this, read the Spectator as usual.