A beautifull day, clear and not very cold.
I went to Church in the afternoon, and was much pleased and interested in our sermon. “Lord teach me the measure of my days,” and other verses of this beautifull psalm, was forcibly presented to our attention. The last Sabbath of our dying year was pictured to our minds, and the whole subject Life, and death pressed upon our most serious consideration. Mr H. gave two dollars this morning to clothe the poor of the Church. The children all went early to bed, to be in readiness for the marrow.