FRIDAY, MAY 20, 1870.

Still the days go flitting by, one by one. How truely as some one has said "Time and tide wait for no man." Surely the man is as one walking in "Egyptian darkness" who does not put his trust in God. It is not for us to know what a day or an hour may bring forth. But if our will is lost in the will of our Makers, then is our life hidden with Christ in God. Here, and here alone is pure and unalloyed happiness found in time and in eternity.

SATURDAY, MAY 21, 1870.

Charly harrowed the last of our barley this forenoon and this afternoon he and the boy went to Solomon Austins Raising. Mother and I have been out to Dover and up to Woodhouse after a carpet. It rained while on our way but not enough to do us much damage. It is splendid growing weather now. What I do thou knowest not now but thou shalt know hereafter. What a consolation! All that He does with us is for our good, and yet it is only by faith that we know it.