Lydia_Gay_Diary

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The diary of Lydia Gay Ingallas (1832-1840), wife of Mr. Daniel Ingallas of Boston, is one of sorrow. She was born in Massachusetts on July 25, 1765 and was extremely devout.

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March 21 a rainy day the [weather] much warmer and Hope that we shall not have anny more cold weather. I am better in my health this morning, and had nearness to god in prayer, pray without ceasing. Such is our dependance upon god. that we are obliged not only to every thing for his saike, the same apostle advises us to pray whe we are in trouble, because thereby we should find consolation. My Dear sister in christ. Mrs Gray often in prayer repeat this verse, though ye have lain among the [pots], yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold,

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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

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23 a very plesat morning and I have a Dear christen friend come to see me and we had sweet season of pray together. this fills the immortal mind with Love to god and binds the soul together like david and jonathan

Support my weak and [tollering] faith Whilst dismal fears annoy My Jesus be my sweet defence My Jesus be my joy.

friday morning my Dear Sisters came for prayer I enjoyed it. it seemed delightful to meet with the Dear people of god though i felt as if i was not worthy to appear among them I felt a sweet love to them all, and to the holl world our Dear friend Mrs Huntington after the death of her husband requested these lines the dearest Idol I have known. Whate'er that idol be, help me to [tear] it from its throne: and woship only

very feeble this afternoon and [Evening]

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29 Saturday morning a warm day and my health is improving o god. be not far from me: o my god make haste for my help Whom have i in heaven but thee and there is none upon Earth that I desire besides thee, though I walk throgh the gloomy vale, When death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope shall never fall. for god my shepards with me there." March 25 the Lord day, very sick in the night and this Morning very feeble, knowing that shortly I must put off this tabernacle, even as our lord, Jesus Christ hath shewed me I have had prayr intermission and reading the bible and sweet season o how good to join in prayer with god children, my dear Miss Giels has the spirit of prayr when grace is in the heart there is liberty, I have been very feeble to day, O lord bless the means for my recover and spare me a little longer if thy will not mine

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how precious is a throne of grace there, when I approach It in humble faith I find a relief from every buden My hadn is so nervous is that i annot hold my pen.

26 O what blessed from god to have Spirit of prayer this Morning My Dear Miss Giles had great nearness to the throne of grace O that all the prayed for may feell the Benifit of it we know that praying breath is not Spent in vain, O how good to draw Near the famly alter, there to pour our Sorrow in the bosom of our heavenly father;

I Dream of Lydia last night. She was pleasant, but our interview was for one momet, wash Sorrow ever like mine, o that Might be Sancitfed to me, I am very weak to day and Some Pain, O that god would bless the means for my recovery or Prepared for my last change. O that he grant me a Easy Passage from time to Eternity and receive me in his bosom

Peace be to this house, and to all that dwell in it,

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