The weather is fine for the season, so that we get a few hours of sunlight such as it is. I went into the city to church, finding myself this time in St Mary, Abchurch. This is another of Sir Christopher Wren’s. The exterior is not remarkable, but the interior has the grace and elegance which marks his style. It is nearly square, with only a single gallery at the west end. The ceiling is concave, and domelike, painted by Sir James Thornhill, but now so darkened by smoke and time as to be scarcely visible. But the chief elegance in the dark wood of the altar, pulpit, panels and pews, and the profusion of earning by the famous Grenling Gibbons. The attendance did not exceed fifty, mostly children. The sermon appropriate to ember week, the season of admission to the service of the church. Afternoon Walk to see Mr Bates who is unwell. He was lying down and could not see me. Walk and home. Mr Somerby dined here.520