I had given directions to have private letters brought to me, if such should come in the bag from America today; but more came. The day was charming. A little east wind, but the sun was warm. Attended Divine service at the old church. As it was Easter Sunday, my old aversion, the Athanasian creed, was stuffed into my face. I begin to think I shall not attempt to worship at the Established Church on these days again. Today, it spirited my attention to the better parts. After luncheon, I walked with Mr Alward, crossing the rive, down its deft bank. A distance of perhaps eight or nine miles. Very pleasant. The trees are leaving out, and the birds given animation to the scene. Although rather flat along the part of the Thames, there is some rural beauty about the stream. The dinner and evening as usual. Read a review in the Edinburgh, of Leckie’s Philosophy of rationalism which is only reviews for the illnatured thrust at America for not permitting secession. The mind of an Englishman seems to clud up the moment the thought of America approaches. This writer would scarcely hear with patience of the secession of Scotland or Ireland.255