Every night when I lie down I reflect that another day is cut off
from the tiresome time of absence.

Your affectionate son,

THOMAS B. MACAULAY.

Shelford: April 26 1813.

My dear Papa,--Since I have given you a detail of weekly duties,
I hope you will be pleased to be informed of my Sunday's
occupations. It is quite a day of rest here, and I really look to
it with pleasure through the whole of the week. After breakfast
we learn a chapter in the Greek Testament that is with the aid of
our Bibles, and without doing it with a dictionary like other
lessons. We then go to church. We dine almost as soon as we come
back, and we are left to ourselves till afternoon church. During
this time I employ myself in reading, and Mr. Preston lends me
any books for which I ask him, so that I am nearly as well off in
this respect as at home, except for one thing, which, though I
believe it is useful, is not very pleasant. I can only ask for
one book at a time, and cannot touch another till I have read it
through. We then go to church, and after we come hack I read as
before till tea-time. After tea we write out the sermon. I cannot
help thinking that Mr. Preston uses all imaginable means to make
us forget it, for he gives us a glass of wine each on Sunday, and
on Sunday only, the very day when we want to have all our
faculties awake; and some do literally go to sleep during the
sermon, and look rather silly when they wake. I, however, have