Marion Lightbourn diary

Monday July 16^th

We went to a Party at M^rs. Innes on Friday didn't enjoy it much, tho I don't know why.

Went to church last night heard the loveliest music & the dreariest sermon, had a pleasant drive. Today is lovely spent the morning reading talking & eating cherries in the Hammock.

Friday July 20^th

Paid calls in Westminster yesterday nearly had a run away, under a rail-way bridge, exciting in the extreme but not pleasant.

July 29^th Sunday

A perfect day have just written to Bess, went to tennis yesterday & had great fun said good by to

nearly all my friends especially the Clerical one.

Toronto August 26^th. Sunday,

A month has passed since writing in this book. A great deal has happened since then.

I have been thinking of that verse "We love Him because He first loved us" & that in it we find classified two distinct kinds of love: thus & that the love which is given freely spontaneously tho' the object of affection may seem, may be unworthy, the love so great that in its heavenly light the beloved one stands revealed (not in the present deformity of the lower nature), but as the noble being, the purified soul which thro-

God's good grace it may become is surely the Highest, the Best love is most like His who loved us while we were "yet sinners" yet in not because but in spite of the sin.

But when such love is sent to somepeople they must also remember that if they share in the Divine pity & love they must also share the Divine Suffering which such Love brings, [tho...?] to help them bear the suffering they have the Hope of the Angels Joy over one sinner that repenteth.

Extracts

Sublime sorrow, sublime reconciliation - oldest choral melody of the heart of mankind. There is nothing written I think in the Bible or out of it of greater literary merit. Early le on the Book of Job

From Morte D''Arthur. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.

Nature has given us two ears & one mouth, that we may listen much & speak little Shakespere.

My salad days when I was green in judgement. A & C act 1 scene 5^th

Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit. By & by it will strike. Tempest.

From Tales of a Wayside Inn. Ah! to how many Faith has been No evidence of things unseen, But a dim shadow that recasts. The creed of the Phantasiasts, For whom no Man of Sorrows died, For whom the Tragedy Divine, Was but a symbol & a sign, And Christ a phantom crucified.