Variable. I went with my son Brooks, who had come in from school for the day, to the City to attend Church. Chance carried us as far as Road lane in Easteheap, to an edifice called St Margaret Patten’s or St Gabriel. I was hardly in it before I detected the traces of Sir Christopher Wren. The interior was however somewhat varied from any I have seen before. There was but a single gallery to the left, which was entered from the body of the Church by a flight of stairs. The columns were ornamented Ionic. The usual round windows which furnish light on that side, whilst on the other are long ones so as to dispel all idea of gloom. The pannelling around the altar and sides of dark wood hansolmely carved takes off the appearance of baldness. The attendance very thin. Services as usual. The population has evidently left this region, or there are too many Churches for it. On my return home I found Mr Evarts and Mr Emmons who stayed to luncheons and Mr Forbes joined them, after which I took the latter to the Zoological gardens. Quiet dinner and evening.