The air was quite cool this morning, yet I perceived no frost. With Mrs Adams I attended services in the Congregational form at the Assembly room, north of the Victoria Hotel. It is a fair sized, handsome room. Chains were placed close to each other and in rows the whole length of the hall. Most of them were occupied. The alternation to our simple forms is refreshing. I know not who the clergyman was, but his service and his sermon was apropos to the baptism of an infant of his own which was to take place afterwards. He drew a picture of Christ interposing against the exclusion of little children, and of the effect produced on the different classes of people present by this act. We remained with a portion of the hearers to witness the christening which was performed by the maternal grandfather, a Clergyman from Edinburgh. He made rather a long preface dwelling with true Calvinistic rigidity upon the natural depravity of infants. That ever father and mothers with hearts should bow to a doctrine so appalling, whether looked at in reference to the Deity on the one side, or their child on the other! Took a walk with my daughter the whole length of the esplanade to its end in Hastings. In the evening, Mr Hawthorn.