A cold night and a beautiful morning with misty frost effects. Went to the Methodist church with my father, mother and Sara. I was very much affected and could hardly keep back the tears. The voices of the singers, the solemn words of the prayer and the memories this all evoked were very touching and tender. McKowns voice always affects me deeply. It has a most pathetic quality and it almost always fills me with a sweet sadness. In the afternoon I wrote to Alice, to Stedman, to Mr. Hoe and to Oscar, also a note to Sam Coy Kendall. Lucy had a letter from [blank] which she was expecting. We sat in my room and had a talk on matters that interest me but which I cannot set down here now.