A pleasant and a warm day for the commencement of this month usually more renowned with poets than any other class of persons. I passed my morning in looking over Loudon’s Encyclopedia of Architecture which I purchased for the sake of finding a plan in case I should determine to build.1 But it seems to me that the book is a complete failure in furnishing the particular class of middling houses which most people want.

Attended divine service and heard Mr. Frothingham from John 3. 14.15. “And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness even so 380must the son of man be lifted up, That whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have eternal life.” A beautiful sermon no doubt but the weather and my reading had so affected my thinking faculties that I could not for the life of me, although trying very hard, fix my attention. Mr. Walsh dined and walked with me. We had a pleasant dinner. Afternoon, Psalms 126. 5. “They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.” A pathetic and affecting text. One calculated to inspire comfort into the breast of every man commencing an undertaking of a discouraging character.

I read a Sermon of Dr. Barrow’s upon the subject begun last Sunday, a continuation of the reasons why the Saviour may be supposed to have sacrificed himself to save all, more particularly the nature of the sacrifice and its extent. My Sundays are nowadays entirely taken up for in the evening we commonly go out either to see my Wife’s father or brother, Edward. Tonight we went to see the latter, for an hour. Quiet conversation and then home. Swift.