THURSDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1870.

Charley is still helping Tisdale plough. I have been frixing up the eve {illegible} arround the waggon-house muyself. Did not get my job quite done. The weather has changed somewhat and now I think it is going to be colder. I am now reading the Prophecies of Jeremiah. It seems to me, that this book, more than any other of the Old Testament Scriptures, reveals to us the awful consequences of Sin: as well as the dreadfully depraved condition of the human heart. God help me, that I may never depart from following thee.