The Child seemed today decidedly better. And it is the first day upon which my pleasure has exceeded my anxiety for her, since her sickness. The Wind was cold and raw, the sky clouded. I attended Divine Service all day. Heard Mr. Putnam a young man settled in Roxbury. His Morning’s Sermon was from 97. Psalms 1. “The Lord reigneth.” But I did not find that he made much of the subject. At least my memory is a blank about it. I did rather better with the Afternoon. The text upon that occasion was from 1. Peter 12 “which things the angels desire to look into.” The argument tending to show the intellectual character of the Christian religion, and based upon the authority of the greatest minds making it a study. This young man however does not direct his powers to any object of value. Milton, Hale,1 Newton, Jones2 and Locke though all of them undoubtedly men of first rate mind, yet did little or nothing to sustain the character of Christianity, for the simple reason, that the religion was at once adapted to the simplest and poorest comprehension, and set at nought all the distinctions of mental power. I of course mean the practical doctrine without reference to the mystery which equally defies the greatest and the smallest comprehension.

On my return home I read a Sermon of Massillon’s upon luke-258warmness in religion. Text from Luke 4. 38. “And Simon’s wife’s mother was taken with a great fever and they besought him for her.” As it seems to me with very little propriety. He spoke of the dangerous effects of lukewarmness as it makes our rectitude of purpose uncertain 1. by retarding the endeavour to attain perfection, 2. by confusing in the mind the consciousness of crime or sin, 3. by making charity doubtful.

I had a very quiet evening. Read to my Wife a part of the Lives of British Painters, those of Opie and Morland.3 They are interesting. Other studies as usual.