Did not rise until after seven; Mr. B. presented me with tips of Indian
arrows for Mr. Baker and C. D. After breakfast Mr. B. and I walked out
together, visited the family graveyard 5 or 6 of the old settlers,
Brearley buried in 1756, about 50 years of age, and younger branches of
the family. Partook of some more melons, truly delicious. Set off to
Church, found a nice spacious clean place; a poor respectable audience
rigged out as Mr. B. said in their best, the singing chiefly managed by
one person in the Walmsley tone; as in all other places not much joined
in by the congregation; the prayers simple and unobjectionable, but the
sermon very poor, ultra orthodox thing, text 8 Romans, first six verses,
Original sin, morality, etc. worse than Pike Presbyterianism, and worse
than English Calvinism, Redemption by Christ deferred till next Sunday
when the Sacrament will be delivered; notice of two new members having
been examined and then admitted. Mr. Axton the minister a man about 30
years old, gives notice of a giving day when all kinds of presents are
made. Tea, etc., prepared by the young folks, and the young ladies serve
it out; only one service. Engaged to visit at Mr. Clarke's whose
daughter is engaged to Jonathan Bowker, she is a pleasing unaffected
person. On returning from Chapel I expressed a very great wish to see a
humming bird. Mr. B. said they were often about some flowers near the
pump; just coming to the house I observed one not much larger than a
large bee, going into one of the red flowers resembling the honeysuckle.