Sunday afternoon
Letter writing, although consider'd by some of the best people in the world a most improper appropriation of the leisure this may affords, is not I believe in your eyes my dear sister, inexcusable. The tedium of this day seems to be almost insupportable to one, situated as I have been these two sabbaths past. I have really been at a loss to know how to occupy myself, to the greatest advantage, without any place of worship, and without any books that would be proper or pleasing to read at such a time, to say nothing of the north-east winds that have prevail'd of late, which you are admirably calculated to stupify one. I shall be most sincerely rejoic'd at the re-appearance of the Sun. We have had such a continuance of rainy, dull weather. At home, this day is never unpleasantly spent by me, not withstanding we have no church to attend. I have books that I employ myself in reading, not so much for the purpose of driving away ennui, I hope, as from the satisfaction
arising from the convictions that I am employing myself properly and profitably. From what I have said of th church in this county, you will naturally infer that religion is at as low an ebb here as in Virginia. By no means the people appear to have a good deal of zeal, but seem rather











