The weather very warm and sultry today. Went to St. John’s this morning and heard Mr. Hawley preach a Sermon. I admire the Episcopal service. If I consulted my own feelings, I would always attend the Church of that sect. It is the only one in which my feelings of devotion are excited. One feels less the want of merit in a Preacher because you feel yourself capable of partaking equally in the services. This cannot be where you must trust a man to pray for you. He may not and probably will not draw your attention. In the afternoon, I wrote and sent a letter to Mr. Brooks on the subject of my marriage.1
It is gratifying to think the thing off my mind. The result will soon come, and all I can trust to is the purity of my motives. I have done my duty as far as I can.