Missed Prayers this Morning, this being the last which it is my intention to allow myself to lay in bed without sufficient reason. I employed the Morning in writing up my Journal and reading two Chapters in the Bible. Then I went to Chapel and heard Dr. Ware. The day was exceedingly warm and the Chapel suffocating in consequence. The sermon was short however and we were relieved.
I read on my return the two first books of Armstrong’s1
“Art of Preserving Health.” A very pretty poem indeed with a great deal of variety in its subject and a great deal of skill displayed in handling so remarkable a subject. It is handled in a way to afford a great deal of amusement and some instruction. In the afternoon after spending my leisure time in writing still more of my Journal I went and heard the President who delivered his Sermon at the commencement of the term much in his usual way. I have had some trouble today in returning the nods of the class. Dwight yesterday said, “when I come back here how few there are whom I am glad to see” and I echo the saying
with emphasis. Of all the students whom I have yet seen there are but about five who are in the real meaning of the word good friends. These I may call Dwight, Chapman, Brenan, Sheafe—I miscounted, there are but four and to fill the number I must name Tudor who has not yet arrived. I have not the same feeling towards College that I used to have. My class do not interest me, I visit few of them and feel so independent of them that I scarcely should know that they have any connexion were it not for the recitations which we go in together. This is nowadays the feeling of College there being little of that fellowship left which used to actuate all so forcibly in former days. Men are all independent and cold. I may perhaps have to congratulate myself that I have even found so many friends as I am bold enough to set down.
In the Evening All the Lyceum went to walk together. It is fortunate for us perhaps that some of us are soon going to divide for the disgust which is so long contained will at some time express itself if held too long. Five weeks are now remaining for us to have a good friend in the world whom perhaps if he were to stay I for one might turn into a bitter enemy. For these things rankle. The night was beautiful and the walk delightful. After some conversation at Otis I went to my room and read over my Astronomy. X:20.