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Rain and snow and cold so that I am oblidge to stay at home
from church my ill health and many sorrows, were I to sit
down and brood over the various circumstances of my late
sorrowful bereavement, it would unfit me for every active duty
My mind would dwell upon its own personal calamities,
till my health would be more undermined, and all the
faculties I posess prostrated, O when I think my son will
never will return - O how bitter - but my blessed saviour,
shall I rit down in despair, is there nothing left me to do
and may I not be happy in doing thy will, is not that
the best hapiness
Oh may I bear some humble part
in that immortal song
Wonder and joy shall fill my heart,
and love inspire my tongue
My dear sisters did not come this morning as usual for the rain and
storm prevent them friday morning -