The Weather is becoming as warm again as it was a fortnight ago. I attended divine service all day and heard Mr. Whitney preach two Sermons neither of which made me particularly attentive. This I con-82sider such a misfortune that on my return to Boston I propose to correct it, and the only way I can think will be to carry a Bible with me, and consult the passage cited comparing it with the Commentary.

I read a few of my Grandfathers Papers and the play of the Siege of Calais by de Belloi,1 in consequence of Grimm’s criticism. I find it in some respects just but very harsh—The play having more merit in it than I expected, and many of the lines being particularly striking. But such are the merits of Critics. Afternoon I took a Bath with my father, and found it extremely refreshing. Mr. and Mrs. Angier called. She is silly from affectation. Quiet evening. The Cunningham Correspondence and the Spectator.