Fine day. Fast. Morning service. Afternoon at home. Evening visit at Mrs. Minots.

The day was pleasant as is almost always the case so far as my experience is concerned when the annual fast has been appointed. But it did not seem to me so lively. The streets were less full and the common less animated.

Attended divine service in the morning and heard Dr. Frothingham preach a Sermon from Isaiah 22. 12.13. “And in that day did the Lord God of hosts call to weeping and to mourning and to baldness and to girding with sackcloth. And behold joy and gladness slaying oxen and killing sheep, eating flesh and drinking wine, let us eat, and drink for tomorrow we shall die.” The misuse of the purposes on this day has been frequently the topic of the Drs. late discourses on this occasion and very justly. The people of this State are by no means a people who now feel what the Puritans two centuries ago felt, the necessity of self-mortification. Yet I have liked the day for its quietness and for the appearance of sports among the male population which we so seldom else see.

I took a walk, but my dinner was quiet and simple and not as it has been for some preceding years attended by friends. Davis and Walsh are both gone from us, and the reflection made me feel a little melancholy. I made good use of my afternoon however in a long stretch upon Burr.

Evening Mrs. Adams and I paid a visit to Mrs. Minot who has made her acquaintance. Home early. Burr.