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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A year this day My poor Lydia went in the garden to see a tree put in the Earth a fir tree it was very damp I call to her to come out for I was fraid that she would take cold she did in the night her face was in great pain. I think she never went out after, she was great lover of a garden and flowers was her delight to cullervate them and work among them, the vilet and the rose she was int[u?]slious. She thought all brings. through every gradation of existence. from the toiling emmet to the flaming angel, are formed for activity and excertion. her wish was to good to the sick and the poor, she often mourn that was not in her power to do more she did all she could

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March 31 Warm and pleasat moning how rapidly time flies Another month passed from us never to return, we are accountable for the imporment of the preciou moments, O that I may spend the next month to the glory of god one year this day my Dear Lydia came in my room very happy and full of Love, My Dear Maria was hear she Love her very much. there was nothing but what she would, do for the child, Maris was going home I said do put on her bonnet and spencer, wile she was doing this she desired her Mother to get a apple and orange for her; this was the Last time she saw the Dear child she had great desire to see her in her sickness her Love was strong and ardent. my Dear child Lover in return all ways ask for Aunt Lydia and would go in her chamber to find her she expected to live and see the child groe up and injoy her societey for years, an hour - a moment, may waft us from time into eternity. Now, then, is the accepted

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time, behold now is the day of salvation, seek the lord while he may be found, call ye upon him while he is near O happy, happy company Where men and heavenly spirits greet. And those whom death hath severed meet. And hold again communion sweet: O happy, happy company. Mr Sheldon formerly our Missionary is a going to be sttled in old town in maine I think that he will do a great deal of good. Prayer is the only shield which can repel the fiery darts of temptation. the only weapon with which the soul can affectually resist the destroyer. it is the impenetrable Brest plate of the rightou and a key to the treasury of heaven, call upon me in the hour of trouble and I will help you

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April 1 Now I bid this sabbath welcome, hosanna to the son of david, blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord, hosanna in the highest, O that we may be in the spirit on this lords gday, that this may be the sabbath of rest in God, Enable us, we pray thee, so to sanctifyed this sabbaeth as that it may be sanctification to my soul, I desire to Prais god for all is goodness to me, and sparing my Life so long. O that I might Glorify God as long as I live, this day bring to my mind what I said to my sister as she came in to my chamber, do ask Lydia to go to meeting with me she said to me, if you had such sore mouth you would not ask her, I did not know that was so bad, I love to have her go with me, and to walk with me, Our days are swifter than a weavers shuttle, and are spent without hope, O remember that my life is wind: Mine eyes shall no more see good

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I was in hospes that my healh and the wether would permit me to go to church and once more to commemorated the dying love of jesus. I have entertained some faint views of the character of god: and mourned for the evil of sin Dear Savior, let thy beauties be My souls eternal food: And gradce command my heart away from all created good April 2 this day one year my poor child had the Doc for the first of her sickness he was alarmed to find her mouth so sore and ask me if I know it. She soon took to her bed never to rise more, the rapid changes in this family cannot fail to remind me of the instability of Earthly possessions and Enjoyments, how desolate is my condition: how deep my depression: wave after wave rolls over my head, and yet, some comfort are left, yet I sorrow over [be] there grave of those I love as my soul, this day I have walk our this is the first. since Nov

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