Morning rainy, with a hot South wind. I passed my time in copying for my father. Attended divine service all day. Heard in the morning Mr. Lunt preach from Romans 13. 1. “Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.” A discourse of quite extraordinary ability upon the late tendency manifested throughout the Country to violence and riot. Mr. Lunt began with explaining the text to mean not the divine right of any particular form of Government but the divine right of government in such form as the people have thought fit to approve. He then went on to show the crime of violation of it in a very powerful manner. Mr. Lunt is certainly a man of no small power. Afternoon Mr. Whitney. Proverbs 14. 32. “The righteous hath hope in his death.” The death of the just, a very indifferent performance made worse by the contrast with the present active preacher.

I afterwards read Dr. Barrow’s discourse from Luke 22. 42. “Nevertheless let not my will, but thine be done.” Submission to the divine will, certainly one of the justest lessons to a Christian. Yet when the world goes hard, it is one of the most difficult of tasks to refrain from murmuring and when it goes very well we are always forgetting our duty. Such is man’s weakness.

In the evening when Louisa C. Smith and Elizabeth C. Adams were about to return home having spent the day, my Wife rode up in the 198Carriage to see Mrs. E. Miller—My father and I walking up to join her. The Beales and Dr. Woodward. Some sacred music from Miss Miller, but tiresome. Home.