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have had a visit from Prof Hall the geologist: Dr Lowrey and  [[strikethrough]]my [[/strikethrough]] Uncle. Dr Lowrey greatly troubled with his affairs at the mint. Uncle left us this morning, he has been lecturing at Richmond Norfolk & Petersburg. [[strikethrough]]?? [/strikethrough]]flattering notice was taken of his lecture. one repeated a remark of Prof Pierce of Camb[[ridge]] that if Kepler had never lived, Alexander would have been the K of our day. Yesterday we enjoyed having uncle with us greatly. Dr Gurley preached for us in the morning upon the [[underlined]] pursuit of happiness [[/underlined]] choosing for his [["Thus remained??]] a rest for the people of [[Gd.?]] his evening discourse was an exposition upon the first six verses of the second chapter of Matthew. [[These?]] words [[strikeout above text]] [[plainly????]] [[/strikeout]] spoken in sincerity from out the [[fullness?]] of a good mans heart. How powerful are they. simple wisdom they may be but how often do they sink down deep in our heart to remain there when the effects of soul stirring changes of [[??]] may have faded away. plain every day words to help us on with our every day duty.
It has been raining hard all day. I have not felt very well & have been very idle I am afraid.
Learned of the death of Mr. I. Cox feel deeply for his daughter. [[Rev.?Gentian]][[??]] was delighted had a visit in the morning from Mr. [[?]] seems like old times at [[??]] to see him again.

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Dec 14th

[[underline]]Prof. J. Henry[[/underline]]


Jan 24. [[Medal?]] of an Eng. Naturalist
Feb 19th. Strykers Mag Vol. 6 (by Author)
Mar 17th Burns Naval French Dict.y
April 6th "Popes Homer" (daughter) R. June 24
May 16th. La Place Voyage Vol. 3. 
June 15th. Jour. of [[Perrys?]] Voyage to Wellington Channel (4651)
14th Mother & myself went this morning to Mr. Cox's funeral poor old man there were few there who cared [[strikethrough]]for his daughter's tears were the only one that fell for his loss in [[/strikethrough]] [[son??]] was the only [[strikethrough]] one to weep for him [[/strikethrough]]. Money was his god but it could not buy him friends & he was carried to the grave with none to weep for him but his lonely daughter. He was buried in [[the]] Rock Creek Church grave yard 
The last time I had been there was in the Spring when the grass was green & the trees bright with foliage to day the
bare branches [[?]] ground and the [[?]][[mist?]] [[strikethrough]] [[??]][[underneath?]] the shadow of the [[grave?]] [[?]] and next

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