Warm. Exercises as usual. Evening at the Mansion. Mrs. Angier.

I spent an hour with my daughter in her lessons. Read more of Tucker and attended divine service all day. Heard Dr. Francis preach in the morning from Acts 17. 31. “Because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained.” I could not fix my attention upon this discourse respecting the judgment. That in the afternoon was more interesting from Acts 21. 11 “And when he was come unto us, he took Paul’s girdle and bound his own hands and feet and said, Thus saith the Holy Ghost, So Shall the Jews at Jerusalem bind the man that owneth this girdle and shall deliver him into the hands of the Gentiles.” Upon the language of action and treated with some variety of illustration as well as original thought. But Dr. Francis is not one of those who seem to find any path into my feelings. His voice is harsh and his delivery formal and cold.

Afterwards read a sermon by Bishop Conybeare from Matthew 25. 5. “While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept,” upon the infirmity of human nature and it’s sources, sensible and moderate. Finished today Mr. Huskisson’s Dissertation upon the depreciation of the English currency,1 the most wonderful part of which seems to be that it was deemed necessary to maintain it. In the evening Mrs. Angier and E. C. Adams were with us to tea and we accompanied them to the house below.