Got up a little after seven. Breakfast at half past eight; the best
bread and butter in the world; good fish and eggs. Two blacks driving
away the flies. All rooms gloomy, the verandahs or shutters closed to
keep out the heat. Called upon Mr. Hulme and walked with him and two
Miss Hulmes. A beautiful chapel of white marble with a fine range of
steps and columns, the inside equally neat, the pulpit in a recess, a
column on each side and an inscription over "This is life eternal." Mr.
Furness preached an excellent sermon "Examine Thyself." The singing
chiefly by the choir with a good organ. After service walked with Mr. H.
to a neat though rather small cemetery. Afterwards called on an
interesting old Scotch bachelor who came to dine with us. We spent a
pleasant afternoon, went on the railroad to see the inclined plane where
an accident had recently happened; walked over a very large wooden
bridge covered over and supported upon stone pillars. An interesting
discussion respecting Jackson, etc. Took tea and attended the evening
service; the text "What is the Almighty that we should serve Him?"