A clear and cold easterly gale. I read Loudon’s book which is not the thing I want, after all. Attended divine service and heard Mr. 384Frothingham from Psalm 146. 4. “In that very day, his thoughts perish.” Reflection upon the instability of human thought, passions and feelings, as an introduction to ideas of a more durable state, apparently caused by the death of a young man, Homer, a son of Mr. Homer who but a few weeks since lost a daughter, and is now left in old age much alone in the world. Who can think of such a fate without much of the sickening at the shadows of this world.

Afternoon, Dr. Harris. Hebrews. 6. 18. “We might have a strong consolation who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us.” The Dr. is old and his voice feeble. It was difficult to follow the train of his thoughts under so laborious a delivery.1

Read a Sermon of Dr. Barrow upon the subject of Salvation in continuation of the two last. He examines more particularly the objections drawn from the limited spread of the gospel, and as I think does not answer them. The truth really is that no human intellect can comprehend the ways of the Deity, and it is idle to seek to do so. Evening, called at Mr. E. Brooks’s, with my Wife and her father. Mrs. Boott and one of her sons were there. Quiet, home early.