Sunday, March 23rd

Threatening morning, wind S.W. The rain came down in drops, but nothing more, and the air was a little milder than it has been the last few days. After breakfast Andy, Willy & Hamilton took the yawl over to the Island, taking page 155Caughey with them. I watched them rowing over and they seemed to get away very fast. Mr Puckle preached at morning service—a dreary sermon. About dinner time the Havannah, twenty-four guns, came in and anchored opposite Sticking Point. Two parties of officers and men came ashore in the course of the day, and swelled it 'about town'. Robert Wilson stayed in bed all day with a dose of salts in him; this evening he complains of a swelling under the ear. Gave Willy instructions to buy the cow. In church in the evening with Maunsell. Mr Dudley preached even more drearily than Mr Puckle. Chanting very good. The Miss Townsends keep up the music. One of them, I remarked today, very like Jane King—which set my thoughts agoing much too hard during the sermon to be bored by its dreariness. Hanmer looking after my mare to buy her. Heard today that one of the goats in the Island had died of a sort of diarrhoea. Henry had opened and skinned her.