Took some salts today. In the morning my sister Sally came to see us and breakfasted with us. No service at our church in the morning, Mr Porter preaching at Laughton. My sister and Mr Long dined with us on a leg of mutton roasted, and a plain bread pudding, and the remains of yesterday’s dinner with some potatoes.
In the afternoon Mr Long and I walked to Little Horsted Church, where we heard a sermon preached by the Rev Mr John Clutton, curate of Maresfield, from the 2nd and 3rd verses of the 73rd Psalm: “But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped. For I was envious at the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.” We came home about 5:30. My sister went away about 6:20. In the evening read two of Tillotson’s sermons.