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22 a pleasant morning and I had good night and am better
Bless the lord for all his goodness to me. A year ago my poor
Lydia was very sick this day, she often and my self visited the
grave of my son. She said who will be laid next here,
we bemoan my loss. it was no common mourning. we stood
upon the ground in grief in sorrow, the big tears of [undisconsolable]
Pain poured down our cheaks, how did affection recal the days
And months, and years of childhood which time had strength
ened, but death had now dissolved: and yet, while nature
demanded this tribute of fond remembrance, religion had
taught me to moderate my distress, and to elevate my hopes
to a brighter world, where holy friendships, begun on Earth,
Shall be prified and perpetuated through Everlasting
Ages, happy for us, if it should appear that wea re going to
join the society of the blessed: if possessing the faith of abraham
We have reason to indulge the hope of being eventually transported
to his bosom Last Night I dream of Daniel as he was at the year
of ten and Frances a little
girl