A grey day threatning rain. My father, mother and I went to the Methodist church. Mr. Terry's sermon was a most excellent one on "immortality". All the arguments drawn from reason and hope and desire went to confirm the belief in the immortality of the soul but the bible alone was our guarantee for the resurrection of the body. It was most impressively deliverd and crowded with sound and convincing argument. Mrs. Sawyer, Lucy, Sara and I walked over to the cemetery with some fresh flowers for Gertrudes grave. Some of those placed there the day of her burial were still fresh and blooming. I have written to Mr. Crowell, Mr. DeForest, Fitch, Beard and Robert Wilkinson. Mrs. Sawyer leaves for home tomorrow and I go with her as far as Hudson.