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july 18 a pleast moning I walk out and
found the air pure, O may [?] prize the Scripture
as my companions consult it my familiar friend
and pray over it as my constant guide to this
End they are give of god: then this received by
us we shall also be edified, and walk in the fear
of the lord, and in the comfort of the holy Ghost,
I went to walk to converse with my dear children,
how can I look upon that tomb were all my
hope lie buried, but I Expect Soon to be gathered
with them never to be seperated were all tears will
be wiped a way
my heart is broken to think that I never done my
duty to my children, O that I had [?] more
for there Souls, and plead to god for them, I never
can for give my Self, I often neglected them and
did not do as I wish i had, been more faithful