Delicious day. I never knew in this climate, so extraordinary a week as the last, in this month. It is much more like May weather. I went to the Office. Engaged in Accounts, and paying innumerable demands that were pouring in upon me. I must stir myself or else demands will exceed the supply. Wrote up my Diary which the occupations of the week had thrown somewhat behind-hand.

At one o’clock, I had made an Engagement to return home, for the purpose of going with my Wife, Mrs. Frothingham, and P. C. Brooks Jr. in a Carriage to Medford. The road was exceedingly bad, the frost being quite touched even to it’s extreme depth. We found Mrs. Everett and Miss Lydia Phillips quite well. Mr. Brooks came in shortly afterwards.1 For myself I never care to go out in the Country during the Winter months. It looks so dreary and blank in them. But on the whole I enjoyed myself pretty well today. Returned home and took Tea quietly, after which I read Burns and wrote a little piece of a Skit.

Another fine morning. I was grieved to find this morning my child’s eye affected by a violent cold and inflammation.1 How it can be accounted for I am entirely unable to say unless it proceeds from teething. It disfigures her exceedingly. The anxieties on account of children are infinite. And I know of none so torturing. My reliance is invariably upon a higher power. What could I do without it?

Went to Meeting all day. Heard Mr. Frothingham in the morning from Joshua 10. 13. “And the sun stood still and the moon stayed.” He denied the possibility of such an event. An assertion as rash as it was presumptuous. Had he confined himself to the probability of the story, I should perhaps have considered the question whether the Deity would stop the course of creation for the sake of the slaughter of a battle. But I can not and hope I never shall doubt the power of the Deity to do what seemeth to him good with the works of his hand. The rest of the Sermon was a pretty application of the idea to the various desires of Man, whether as impelled by ambition, by avarice, money or the various other passions.

In the Afternoon Dr. Lowell2 took up the same subject of time as connected with the opening of the year and illustrated it forcibly in one or two familiar points according to his custom. He rarely says much that is novel. But his discourses are always calculated to affect strongly the mass. His single idea that this was the beginning of a year at the close of which perhaps many of those present would not be living created a profound silence. Yet there is no more common topic in the Pulpit.

At home, I did not succeed in reading Massillon until evening.3 Being obliged to go for the Dr. on account of our anxiety for Louisa, our child. His report is that her sickness comes from the eye teeth. He lanced the Gums. I read some of Ruffhead.4 Massillon’s Sermon was upon the danger of falling back into Sin. Division, three causes. 1. The precautions against dangerous temptation omitted. 2. Resolutions wantonly violated. 3. The Reparations for sinful conduct not practised. Text. Romans 6. 9. “Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead 6dieth no more: death hath no more dominion over him.” Easter day. The Text has but an indirect application. Passed an hour at Mr. Frothingham. Our friend Buckingham came in.5