Mr.Richardson says my brother hath got into his head many unscriptural notions, and that he will never be of service in the Church until he casts them off.

He saith, moreover, that he shall write to Mr.Ward concerning the errors of the young man.

His words troubling me, I straightway discoursed my brother as to the points of difference between them; but he, smiling, said it was a long story, but that some time he would tell me the substance of the disagreement, bidding me have no fear in his behalf, as what had displeasured Mr.
Richardson had arisen only from tenderness of conscience.
HAVERHILL, November 22.
Left Newbury day before yesterday.

The day cold, but sunshiny, and not unpleasant.

Mr.Saltonstall's business calling him that way, we crossed over the ferry to Salisbury, and after a ride of about an hour, got to the Falls of the Powow River, where a great stream of water rushes violently down the rocks, into a dark wooded valley, and from thence runs into the Merrimac, about a mile to the southeast.