My cold today changed it’s mode of attack and I was a severe sufferer in my head. The inconvenience of this is not trifling particularly in intercourse with others.

Morning read Candide and a little of Livy. Attended divine service and heard Mr. Frothingham from Hebrews 12. 3. “Consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners.” A very good sermon upon that most necessary of all virtues at this day, patience under contradiction. I listened as well as I could with my cold. Mr. Walsh walked and dined with me. Afternoon, Mr. Lothrop from Acts 8. 30. “Understandest 142thou what thou readest.” Upon reading, its abuses and it’s uses, a light, superficial discourse better delivered than usual with him.1

Read a sermon of Dr. Barrow John 1. 14. “And we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father.” The godhead of the Saviour, why he was called the son of God. I have some doubt about the profit of discussions of this kind. They relate to titles of which we can know little and in no manner touch substances. No mystery is greater than the birth of the Saviour and none which can bring less fruit to investigation. The Trinity or the Unity are questions involving so much of unintelligible matter that I think it is better to trust without discussing the goodness of God. Evening at home. Gardner Gorham2 came in for an hour.