Pleasant day. I read a good deal of German. La Fontaine’s style is so easy and his stories are so interesting that I make great progress. Attended divine service all day and heard Mr. Eliot of Washington preach two sensible Sermons. The one from 1 Romans 7 “called to be Saints,” the other from 2 Corinthians 4. 4 “the glorious gospel of Christ,” the subject the nature and perfection of Christianity as 363evinced in its principal doctrines of atonement or reconciliation, regeneration and eternal life. He is a young man, just out of Cambridge and to be a Missionary.1

Having accidentally left Atterbury at Medford of whom but a single Sermon remains unread, I was obliged to look elsewhere and pitched upon a discourse of Warburton.2 John 18. 38. “Pilate saith unto him What is Truth? And when he had said this, he went out again.” He considers men’s prejudices against general truth, and their objections in particular to religious truth. His style is nervous and reflections sound. The remainder of the day passed in reading Jefferson and conversation.