Fine morning after a smart thunder shower. Attended divine service in the morning and heard a certain Mr. Robinson preach a very dull Sermon upon natural religion.1
He gave me however one new idea, though I doubt exceedingly it’s being original with him. The house seemed exceedingly dull, as Mr. Brooks had gone to town on his law case which was still pending and troublesome,2
and Mrs. B. was unwell upstairs. She dined below however and seemed better. In the afternoon, Abby went with me to Mrs. Everett’s to take tea. Found her and Lydia Phillips alive and well. The former amused me with
a letter of Mr. Everett’s, which she had just received. She seemed in exceedingly high spirits upon the occasion. After taking tea, we returned and found several people had been up to inquire about Mr. Brooks, his absence being wonderful at Church.