Another very cool but clear day. So sudden are the changes of our atmosphere that it was now uncomfortable to be out of woollen. I read some of Madame Maintenon and of Hamilton. This is a very indifferent writer. There is labour and obscurity in it. It is also full of high party prejudice.

Attended divine service and heard Mr. E. B. Hall preach all day.1 Malachi 1. 8. “And if ye offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? And if ye offer the lame and sick, is it not evil? Offer it now unto thy governor; will he be pleased with thee or accept thy person? saith the Lord of Hosts.” Afternoon 1. Corinthians 7. 31. “And they that use this world as not abusing it.” Edward Hall is respectable as a preacher. He has no fine points, but he is not dull.

Read of Atterbury, from Lamentations 3. 14. “Let us lift up our hearts, with our hands unto God in the heavens.” A sort of continuation of the last Sunday’s showing that external worship was after all but a slight affair in comparison with the disposition to holiness without which all worship is worse than useless. A pretty good discourse. Evening quietly at home. Read Mr. W. T. Barry’s Address to the People.2