Morning quite pleasant. Remained at the house and finished the third Volume of Hutchinson
after which I went and strolled along the bank of the Canal for about a mile. The
luxuriant beauty of the vegetation and the striking sweetness of the spot attracted
me on until I became startled by the lowering appearance of the Clouds and hastened
home though not quite before the shower commenced did I reach it. Afternoon at Meeting.
Heard my classmate Samuel K. Lothrop preach in the pulpit. What I had long expected
has happened. I have seen him as a Minister of God and a more frail one, if I know
him at all, has seldom attempted to reach the throne of Grace. My reflections and
reminiscences upon this subject are not pleasant. Evening in quiet conversation with
Abby. My life now is perhaps as happy on the whole at this time as it ever will be.
My mind has but one single cloud before it. I trust in God.