We supped together, and immediately after supper I went to bed, and slept well, and at 8 o'clock next morning went to Trinity Chapel.

There I stood for many minutes in silence before the statue of Newton, while the organ sounded.

I never saw a statue that gave me one hundredth part so much pleasure--but pleasure, that is not the word, it is a sublime sensation--in harmony with sentiments of devotion to the Divine Being, and reverence for the holy places where He is worshipped.

We walked in the groves all the morning and visited the Colleges.

I sought out a favourite ash tree which my brother speaks of in his poem on his own life--a tree covered with ivy.