A summer’s day. We were quite lively at home with the addition of another member of the family. Louisa still bears the marks in her countenance of her severe illness. But her health appears to be coming back steadily. She is as impetuous and mercurial as ever. Went to church in the city, accompanied by my son Brooks. This time it was at St Mildred’s in the Poultry. This is another of Sir Christopher’s designs, of the simplest kind. The Walls are plain, from which the roof rises in a curve, to a quadrangular centre somewhat ornamented. On the westerly end are two Ionic columns sustaining the angles of the roof, the effect of which is69 broken by the advance of the gallery and organ. The pulpits, pews and sides made of oak, some portion of the first, carved. These are placed on either side of the great east window and altar, against the wall. Abundance of light on the north and east. The effect was not however at all genial or homish. This was not improved by the fact of the presence of only ten worshippers including ourselves. The service as usual. The Sermon upon the much discussed point of the plenary inspiration of the Scriptures, the present crux of the Established Church. After dinner, with Mr Kuhn and Mary to the Zoological gardens. We had to dine with us Mrs Wadsworth and Miss Austin—and in the evening Mrs Rithcie, and Miss Motley— Also two gentlemen, who had been passengers in the Scotia Mess Barbéy and Tailer. Mr Wood who returns to Copenhagen and Mr Edge. They did not leave until quite late.