WEDNESDAY, JUNE 1, 1870.

I have had Charly ploughing to day or rather this afternoon and this forenoon he finished rooling the barley ground. I took my sister home to night after tea. "When I look upon the {illegible} of the great sages Addison{?}, every emotion of envy dies in me. When I read the epitaph of the beautiful every inordinate desire goes out. When I meet with grief of the parents on the tombstones, my heart melts with compassion. When I see the tombs of parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must {illegible}