The day was warm and cloudy. I read a little of Horace at the Office and attended Divine Service both morning and afternoon. Mr. Whitney discoursed from 23. Luke 46 and 13 John 23. In the morning his aim seemed to be principally to put in a small plea in favour of Judas Iscariot—The most original as well as effective mode of preaching Christianity that can well be conceived. What will not men think of next. His afternoon was a strong call upon his hearers to partake the Communion which as it was Sacrament day, it is pretty fair to conclude he meant to have delivered in the morning.

I read a short Address rather than a Sermon by Massillon in which 99he holds up to imitation the example of the primitive Christians. It is short and has no artificial divisions being nothing more than a simple exhortation to a single point. Text from Hebrews 10.32. “Call to remembrance the former days.” This closes the volume of Mysteries so called.

Mrs. J. Angier and Miss Elizabeth C. Adams called in and took tea in the Afternoon. As the wind seemed to be setting in to blow with rain, they returned home early. Conversation afterwards. I read a few letters of Madame de Sevigné and the Observer.

Fine morning. It became cooler at night. I rode to town, the roads in very fine order. My time was principally taken up in writing and copying a Letter to Mr. Angier on the subject of J. Q. Adams.1 I was glad to find the workmen engaged upon the steps of the house behind my Office.

Called to see Mr. Brooks. He is worried about a pain in his knee. Such uninterrupted health as his spoils a man for sickness. He gave me a Check with an increased sum of one fourth part.2 This is voluntary on his part and entirely unnecessary on mine. I have had fortune enough already to see that all over the necessaries of life make man little happier. I hope I shall not feel dazzled by the prospect of wealth. My wishes are for independence and comfort for myself and my children. I have no wish to look down upon others or to be looked up to merely on this account. Yet I am conscious that much of the respect paid to me springs more from this accessary than from any quality which may belong more properly to me. Men are wrong to condemn so severely the purse proud. For too often they are Idols of their own raising. And the very loudest levellers of the mob will fawn obsequiously upon the man for whose destruction they are crying. All this is moral of no flattering character. I wish for my own peace to remain unassuming and grateful to God for all my blessings.

Returned to Quincy. Afternoon not very usefully occupied. Read some of the Epodes of Horace which are vile. Evening quietly at home. Sevigné and the Observer.