At nine (much too early) I went to a dance and rout at Mr. Green's, in Lincoln's Inn Fields, where I stayed till three. A large party. Luckily for me, Coleridge was there, and I was as acceptable to him as a listener as he to me as a talker. Even in the dancing-room, notwithstanding the noise of the music, he was able to declaim very amusingly on his favourite topics. This evening his theme was the growing hypocrisy of the age, and the determination of the higher classes, even in science, to repress all liberality of speculation. Sir Humphrey Davy has joined the party, and they are now patronizing Granville Penn's absurd attack on geology as being against revealed religion. It seems that these ultra-religionists deem the confirmation of the great fact of a deluge from the phenomena within the crust of the globe as inconsistent with the Mosaic account. After so entire a destruction of the earth, how could the dove find a growing olive?