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Courtland Olds Diary, 1870
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=== TUESDAY, APRIL 12, 1870. === | === TUESDAY, APRIL 12, 1870. === | ||
| − | We have been busy to day as usual at sundry jobs, and expect to start the plough to morrow. The weather still continues delightful and dry. Speaking of the power of a word, ones | + | We have been busy to day as usual at sundry jobs, and expect to start the plough to morrow. The weather still continues delightful and dry. Speaking of the power of a word, ones says--"Many a spirit as calm as the Summer lake, has been agitated like a sea upturned by the tempest, never again to enjoy repose, by the power of one word. Many a jentle word has fallen softly upon an acking ear, and ascending the stairway of the soul, it has nestled in some lonely recess of the heart, and will live forever there." |
=== WEDNESDAY, APRIL 13, 1870. === | === WEDNESDAY, APRIL 13, 1870. === | ||
| − | Charley has been ploughing to day for the first. The ground is in nice order where he is working. I have been busy at sundry jobs, & so has Will. It has looked like rain this afternoon but now it has passed off and | + | Charley has been ploughing to day for the first. The ground is in nice order where he is working. I have been busy at sundry jobs, & so has Will. It has looked like rain this afternoon but now it has passed off and there is every appearance of a drought. Dr. Clarke says--when a man works, in whatever lawful occupation he may have, with an eye single to the glory of God, His every act may become an act of worship. What a privilege. |
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TUESDAY, APRIL 12, 1870.
We have been busy to day as usual at sundry jobs, and expect to start the plough to morrow. The weather still continues delightful and dry. Speaking of the power of a word, ones says--"Many a spirit as calm as the Summer lake, has been agitated like a sea upturned by the tempest, never again to enjoy repose, by the power of one word. Many a jentle word has fallen softly upon an acking ear, and ascending the stairway of the soul, it has nestled in some lonely recess of the heart, and will live forever there."
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 13, 1870.
Charley has been ploughing to day for the first. The ground is in nice order where he is working. I have been busy at sundry jobs, & so has Will. It has looked like rain this afternoon but now it has passed off and there is every appearance of a drought. Dr. Clarke says--when a man works, in whatever lawful occupation he may have, with an eye single to the glory of God, His every act may become an act of worship. What a privilege.
