These were partly accepted and partly
rejected, and potatoes scouted because _people are sick of the name
of potatoes_. ‘Suppose another famine, my Lord, what will those
persons then think who are now sick of potatoes?’
It stands over for the Board. The whole idea is stark, staring
folly; it will cost 250_l._ a year, and the harvest well deserved
ridicule.
_April 11._—Last Wednesday, Lord Carrington took me into his room
and told me that his brother having the loan, he had spoken to him
to write me down for 500_l._; and that the rise having been 4 per
cent. he had directed it to be sold, and it would produce me 200_l._
clear of charges. I thanked him much. Such a thing never entered my
thoughts, and consequently surprised me much. It was very kind and
considerate, and I am certainly much obliged to him for it. Next
evening he sent for me, and gave me a draft on Smith and Payne,
221_l._ 17_s._ 6_d._, for the rise was 4½ per cent. I was thankful
to God for this, and meditated much on it. If God had not been
willing it would not have entered his head, and I find it
comfortable to attribute everything to God, as, indeed, everything
ought certainly to be attributed, and the more we trust entirely to
Him the better I am persuaded it is for us. This is the first
lottery for many years that I have been out of, but meeting with a
passage in some of Scott’s things against lotteries I would not put
in, or have anything to do with it. If God pleases to give me money
He has a thousand ways of doing it, and in these reflections I have
had hard work to guard my mind against the temptation to consider it
in the light of a reward which would be vile where there is no
merit, no desert. I offend too daily and hourly to deserve anything
but wrath at His hands, and this I cannot dwell on too much or too
deeply. But for two years past of His infinite goodness He has made
all money matters very favourable to me, and I thank Him for an
uninterrupted stream of His bounty without let or hindrance, and
this notwithstanding my sensual mind and many offences. I cannot be
too grateful for so much goodness, and I pray Him to give me grace
to be kind and charitable to others while He is so good to me. I
think of these things with fear and trembling, lest they should
throw my mind and conduct into an improper train.
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