Examined the willows she planted on the island. Oh! that they were
thriving oaks that promised a longer duration, but they may last as
long as anybody that will care for the planter. Continue to read
Scripture, and some of Secker’s[174] and Ogden’s[175] sermons, and
again began ‘Bryant on Christianity.’ I pray to God with all the
fervency I feel to give me the grace of His Holy Spirit, that I may
turn this loss to the benefit of my soul. Dr. Jortin, in his
seventeenth sermon, most truly says, ‘It is adversity which seizes
upon the future as prosperity dwells upon the present.’ On the 25th
I read Littleton’s[176] ‘Conversion and Apostleship of St. Paul.’ I
had brought down from London a new political pamphlet of Howlett’s
on a subject that was once interesting, but I can attend to nothing
except inquiries which in some degree connect with that habit of
mind which flows from my recent loss.
Mrs. —— called to persuade me into company for regaining
cheerfulness. Alas! it will come, I fear, much too soon, and what is
it good for? Sorrow is the best physician to heal a soul that has
been too careless in its duty to God.
Will the world, and pleasure, and society contribute like grief to
secure me a probability of joining in another world the spirit of
her I mourn?
_26th._—I read part of Dr. Clarke’s[177] ‘Demonstration of the Being
and Attributes of God,’ as much as I could understand without too
intense an application, and then part of ‘Butler’s Analogy.’ Prayed
to the Almighty in the middle of the day. The morning is the proper
time, but when we are tired and sleepy, the evening I think an
improper period to offer either thanksgiving or petitions to the
Divine goodness.
Why, oh! why must we have misfortune and sorrow to make us sensible
of our duty to our heavenly Father and our Saviour and Redeemer? How
difficult to instil a right attention into young people.
I am, however, thankful that my dear child was naturally serious
and, I believe, well disposed in this respect; with what joy I now
read the following passage in a letter I received from her while she
was ill at Bradfield before I came down: ‘My dear papa, how can you
imagine that I should ever neglect my prayers? No! believe me, I
know my duty too well for that.’
What now would be the idea of any improvement or accomplishment
compared with the least trait like this?
_27th._—Called for a few minutes on some neighbours. They all want
me to dine with them, but such society to a mind diseased yields no
food for reflection, and is, therefore, not fit for me. I could
associate with nobody with comfort, but those whose religious
acquirements could tend to strengthen my present habits.
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