Morning rain with a warm southerly mist from the water, but it cleared at night. I sallied out in quest of a Church. The first to which I directed was closed. The next was so full I could not get in, and in the third which they called St Paul’s I barely succeeded in getting a seat. This peculiarity of churches thronged is not then confined to London. The sermon was on the Text, Mt he that saith unto me Lord, Lord, shall get into Heaven. Though not extraordinary in ability, it was prepared in a much more catholic and generous spirits than usual in my experience. The worshippers seemed to be from the middle classes, earnest and devout, I think it was not so when I was a boy. On my return I found Messr Wilson and Moran were paying us a visit. They also have come down here to pass Sunday. After they left, w all took an open carriage and drove out about six miles to a place called the Dyke. It is a ridge of high land encircling about a long level of live and rich country. The view is said to be over forty miles in extent. Here we heard the sky lark singing their beautiful carol to the heavens. The not greatly resembles that of our Bob’o Lincoln except that it was more varied and extended. The wind blew quite fresh and the air was so chilly we were glad to return. Edward and I with Mary got out and walked the last two miles— The scene on the parade was rather lively and pleasant, crowds of loungers, in and out of vehicles. Quiet evening in conversation.194