Showery and warm. Exercises as usual. Evening at the Mansion.
Passed my morning hour in my usual avocations with my daughter and reading a chapter or two of Tucker’s Light of Nature. He is not of the class of writers who please me for he dilutes his thoughts too much.
Attended divine service and heard Mr. Kent preach from Matthew 28. 9.17. “And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. And when they saw him, they worshipped him: but some doubted.” Afternoon Genesis 28. 17. “the gate of heaven.” Mr. Kent is a very worthy man but he is exactly of that kind of person which I cannot follow. And yet I tried hard enough. My mind has been subdued to do wonders in comparison with what it once did but this as yet is beyond it.
Read a sermon in the English Preacher John 4. 9. “For the Jews have no dealings with the Samaritans.” A sensible though not particularly striking discourse upon the injury committed by the indulgence of violent hatred in questions where mere differences of opinion are con-261cerned. The author is John Balguy whose name I have seen quoted in English magazines with more commendation than any work which I have read of his appears to merit. Evening at the Mansion. Nothing new or remarkable.