Day fine, distribution as usual, ball in the evening.

I had for once a morning of entire leisure, interrupted only by a visit from Mr. Jones of Weston about some wood, which he wishes to buy of me. I cannot deal with these acute Yankees.1

Read a historical account of the Chapel and of Episcopal service made some years since in a series of Sermons by Mr. Greenwood.2 It is full liberal to the Royalist doctrines. The educated class here are generally rather hightoned. One remarkable circumstance struck me, that is, the entire absence of names well known here. It would seem as if the race had been pulled up by the roots which had been cherished by Episcopacy, at the critical time of the Revolution.

Finished Alcestis. I will now go over one of the most touching dramas that ever was written. Coins and Miss Martineau. But we went to a ball at Mrs. S. Appleton’s which was lively and pleasant. Her house is well adapted to entertaining company, and her parties are usually as tolerable as such vapid things ever are any where.