The snow continues and this morning there was a heavy fog for an hour or two. I went to the city to Church, and fell into St Mary’s Somerset, another of Sir Christopher edifices. It is of the simplest form, not unlike St Michael’s, but with a rather lighter and more elegant ceiling. The furnishing was however more plain and bald. It looked as if there had been little alteration in two centuries, but it was kept very neat and in good repair. On the sides of the alter were paintings representing, I presume, Moses and Aaron but all pictures in London churches soon get a coating of smoke which makes them scarcely visible. The service as usual. The sermon on the exhortation of the Savior to the timid discipline on the sea of Galilee not to fail in his faith. It was not beyond the average of mediocrity. To far as I could count there were nine adults and three or four children in attendance in the Pews. For a wonder the banns of marriage of one couple were read. After luncheon we had visits from Mr Lampson, his daughter and son, Lady Lyell, Mrs Terens, Mr Appleton and Mr Palmer. Walk around the Regent’s Park, and in the evening finished Mr Mill’s book, and all but the last Chapter of Dr Palfrey’s.188