The weather is gradually moderating and becoming exceedingly pleasant. I read this morning for an hour, then attended divine service. Mr. Frothingham. Isaiah 44. 16. “Aha, I am warm, I have seen the fire.” A singular text and I was much at a loss at first to comprehend his management of it. He adverted to the cold, it’s nature, it’s severity and it’s benefits. He alluded to the manifestation of fitness which it afforded in the arrangement of the physical world, adroitly introduced an old quotation from Mather who is grateful for his situation where the sap oozing from the logs that were burning freezes and drew from it the exhortation to keep a thankful heart. Mr. Frothingham is a finished writer but his thought flows in a thin and narrow stream the purity of which does not quite make up for it’s scantiness.

In the Afternoon, Mr. now Dr. Parkman,1 2 Kings 6. 12–17 embracing the whole passage but these words most especially. “Fear not; for they that be with us are more than they that be with them.” An encouraging view of the supports to the cause of Christianity, evidently alluding to the present fears of the infidel faith if I may so call 53Miss Fanny Wrights beautiful absurdity. I hardly fancy there is cause for much alarm. Our world grows wider and admits greater varieties of belief. Men’s minds do not take in the whole while they watch a particular part. Mr. Parkman is an ordinary man with all the pedantry of the clerical profession. But he is a worthy citizen.

Read a Sermon of Barrow: The duty of Prayer from 1. Thessalonians 5. 17. “Pray without ceasing.” Good practical sense. He takes prayer in the most enlarged sense as including not only applications for aid, but thankfulness for favor and the general piety which is a habit of the mind rather than any outward act. He defines the nature of the advice in a similar way. He supposes the injunction to be the cultivation of that state of feeling under which man is led to rely upon and look up to the Deity in all the various conditions in which he may be placed. Some of these are enumerated by him. But I was much struck today with the inelegance of the language used in some cases, the singularity of some of the expressions and the ungraceful tone. I have not noticed this so much before.

My Wife and Mr. Brooks rode to Medford and did not return until quite late. I sat down in the evening and wrote against Mr. Webster’s nomination but what avails it? The thing is to be done and I am not to make myself a gladiator in any arena of personal contention.

A very beautiful day. I read a little German and a few lines of Sir Thomas More. Then to the Office where I was engaged in my usual manner. Nothing material. Attended to the purchase and transfer of the State Bank Stock—And took a walk with Edmund Quincy. He tells me that Mr. Webster if nominated by the Massachusetts Legislature is said to be about to resign, as General Jackson did. What can be more absurd? Rendering himself useless to the Country in the capacity he can serve, for the purpose of watching an ignis fatuus. For his nomination can hardly be called a pursuit.

Home. Began the volume of the Fasti of Ovid—Having finished the Metamorphoses from which I have derived considerable pleasure. He writes so much that he writes both well and ill. But his well predominates. It is not always so.

Afternoon, went out to attend a meeting of the Committee of the Middlesex Canal. Committee annually appointed to look over the Ac-54counts of the Treasurer. Mr. Chadwick, Mr. Abbot Lawrence and myself. The former and I did the work with Mr. Eddy or rather I did half of it alone. But we all signed the Certificate. This Canal is becoming very good property. But it is subject to all the vicissitudes of the popular will in this Country. Home. Evening writing and d’Israeli.