Cloudy and windy. Our Season is certainly none of the pleasantest. I passed the morning in reading the Thirty Years War. I think when I return to my House I shall pursue the subject farther. The Incidents and characters involved partake of romance. And the peculiar brilliancy of the Swedish name is among the most remarkable topics for philosophical speculation.

I attended Divine Service all day. Mr. Frothingham preached a Sermon commemorative of Easter Sunday. Revelation I. 10,18. “I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s day, and heard behind me a great voice say-120ing I am he that liveth and was dead, and behold I am alive for evermore, Amen, and have the keys of hell and death.” The afternoon Mark 8. 5.6. or rather the Miracle of the seven loaves.

Besides my usual walk I also read a discourse of Dr. Barrow. Matthew 7. 1. “Judge not.” A very good discussion of the question how far the right of private judgment should be exercised in the relations with other men. Perhaps there is nothing to which the mind is more involuntarily led than to this habit. I must confess I have it myself. Sternness is perhaps my extreme. I will therefore yield this Sermon due consideration and endeavour to introduce the effects of it into my life and conversation.

Evening at home. Continued the Quarterly Review which is interesting. Perhaps there is nothing in it more striking than the remarkable change of tone in treating of Political questions. The Whig party is now quite reasonable in it’s demand for reform provided it will not patronize the Radicals. In truth the famous Constitution of Great Britain is now in imminent danger. The Country seems on the eve of Revolution.