We heard Mr. Evans preach, all day: he attempted to be quite pathetic in the afternoon;
but when art is seen through it must be disgusting; and when a person appears deeply
affected upon a subject, which cannot be very interesting, we must conclude, that
he grieves for the pleasure of grieving.
This night I watch'd at Mr. Dana's. I read a couple of novels in the course of the
night; both of them perfectly insipid.