Sunday, 27 July, 1828

Hail, happy day, I admire your serentiy and the duties you require of man. I must worship you as I ride alone, surrounded by the works of my Creator, I feel your Heaven-inspiring thoughts swell in my breast and exclaim, God, be merciful.

Evening comes and a few moments are allowed me to indulge this increasing inclination implanted in my affections. It most certainly is a pleasure, but should not be often indulged in or it will be a poison to the mind.