My father and went to the Methodist church today. Mr. Terry preached an excellent, practical sermon from the first Psalm. He strikes me as a very superior man. Walter North was there and on our way home we stopped in at Mr. Norths to see a crayon portrait of George. Mrs. North gave me a daguerrotype of Carrie Ferguson for Gussie. It rained a little when we came up the hill. Maurice, John Andrews and I went over to John McEntees before tea. It rained quite hard when we came home. This afternoon I wrote to Laura, to Booth and to Ben Butler. My eyes trouble me so that I cannot use them much at night.