The rain came down with great force during the night and the morning was misty and disagreeable. I attended service at Quincy and heard Mr. Whitney preach a sermon upon integrity in business, good and practical. The remainder of the day was passed in reading Bishop Burnet’s History of the Reformation which is very interesting, though told in rather an old woman’s way.1
This quiet and literary life pleases me much, and I might grow much attached to Quincy
as it now is, if I did not feel as if I had other more urgent duties to call me from thence. Evening, much literary conversation with my father—The English Writers, and the French biographical Memoirs of the last Century, My Grandfather’s Library, which is exceedingly valuable. John returned late from town.