Morning cloudy with light showers but it afterwards cleared away. I was occupied for an hour arranging my cabinet of coins after which I went to Meeting at Mr. Frothingham’s and heard him preach from the last verse in Luke’s Gospel. “And were continually in the temple, praising and blessing God.” A very discriminating discourse upon the practice of piety as distinguished by external observances and private faith. Afternoon, a very fine Sermon from Revelations 3. 4. “And they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.” I did not fix my attention enough to the whole of this. My continual and perpetual regret.
H. G. Gorham dined with me and Mr. Walsh took tea. I went down to see Mr. Brooks in the evening. Mr. Tucker there and F. Gray. Nothing new.
Home where I read a discourse of Sterne. Matthew 11. 6. “Blessed is he that shall not be offended in me.” The obstacles to the early progress of Christianity from the mode of Christ’s appearance on earth, the same general effect existing now. Perhaps there is no single point which shakes one’s faith so much in the judgment of the world. Afterwards, writing.