Myself, two boys and maid at church in the morning… We dined on beef and raisin suet puddings and turnips. Myself, two boys and servant at church in the afternoon… After churchtime Mr French Mrs French and their daughter Molly drank tea with, us and stayed with us till near or quite 7 o’clock. Thomas Davy at our house in the latter part of the evening, to whom I read the last of The Complaint and part of Sherlock on death. I now having read The Complaint through, think it an extreme good book, the author having treated many parts of religion in a very noble and spiritual manner wherein I think every deist, free-thinker and also every irreligious person may read himself a fool. For what is wit or wisdom (without religion) but foolishness?