Fine day and warm with a thunder shower and light rain before sunset. I occupied myself in reading, a luxury which is rather new to me of late, until the time for divine service when I attended and heard 65Mr. Angier preach from Mark 12. 30.1 “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy strength,” but I gathered little from the discourse as it was in the mystical, spiritual style which now prevails so much among us. Afternoon, Mr. Lunt preached, but as I did not gain my usual nap, I was not as attentive as I ought to have been. The congregation was uneasy from a different cause, the approaching storm.

I read a Sermon of Buckminster’s upon the character of Peter marked by the usual merits of his style. Matthew 26. 35. “Peter said unto him, though I should die with thee yet will I not deny thee.” Also Luke 22. 61.62. “And the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter. And Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how he had said unto him, before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice. And Peter went out and wept bitterly.” The point of the discourse seemed to be to raise a new evidence of the truth of the Christian Religion from the very denial of Peter. Ingenious but not so striking as the sketch of the man himself. Evening at home. Mr. Price Greenleaf came in and passed some time, as also Mr. Beale and his two daughters. The first Quincy visitors excepting the Lunts that we have had.