Morning clear and cold. I devoted some time to making out my projected arrangement of coins and medals. Received a Note from my Wife requesting me to go to Medford which I accordingly determined to do.1 I therefore omitted divine service in the morning and reached Mr. Brooks’ to dinner.
Mr. Kent was there, a person come to take the place of Mr. Frothingham who had engaged to go. I attended in the Afternoon and heard him from Hebrews 13. 14. “For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come.” The old and general moral, the vanity of human hopes and prospects not effectively enunciated. The delivery of our Clergy is generally a miserable affair. This gentleman is not settled nor dependent upon the profession for a living.
I afterwards read a Sermon of Dr. Barrow. Corinthians 3. 17. “And whatsoever ye do in word or in deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus.” Of doing in the name of Jesus, what it means and how to observe the rule, the natural and forcible arrangement which he so invariably pursues. I was not in a way to read with the same profit as I do at home, but this of course. Nothing else was done. I passed the evening in conversation as Mr. Brooks as he grows older, grows more timid about his eyesight and reads nothing by candlelight.
The note from ABA is missing.