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3 I feel graitful for the Salvation of the night and
brough to See this morning
we have head aparion of the Seripters in job I can a
dop the langue of this holy man. Oh that I were
as in months past as on the days when god presevered
me, 5 [?] the almight was yet with me, when my
children were about me, now they are all gone
fourteen month this day Lydia was very Sick,
can this be death; there's bloom upon her cheek:
but now I See it is no living hue,
but a Strange hectic-like the unnatural red,
Which autum plants upon the perished leaf:
Byron
I feel there is a nother wave of Sorrow for me by
my Dream Last night I was in great destress Mr cross
and Elisebeth was with me, I leave this with god he cannot
Do rong, all is in love