Trinity-Sunday, June 15. [Okolona, Mississippi]—Mr. Clute preached an excellent sermon on the Trinity. I have seen a good deal of Mr. and Mrs. C, and am much pleased with both. I could not help being a little astonished at the poor-looking house they live in; and I am told that Mr. C. scarcely gets enough money to live on. Surely this rich place ought to be able to support their pastor better. I thought we were bad enough in the city in supporting the gospel, but the people in the country seem to be more remiss in that respect than we are. I am afraid I will have to believe, what I have often been told by people from the old country, that we have not enough of religion among us to support its teachers.
This evening I visited a very nice family where there were two very pretty girls, both quite young. I was surprised when all took out bottles of snuff and commenced dipping. There were many lamentations at the high price of snuff. These ladies chewed this horrid stuff with as much zest as a man would his tobacco; indeed, I think I would much prefer the latter, though both are most disgusting. It is a common practice among the ladies in this state to “dip” snuff, and I am told it is the same in the other southern states.
