Through care and sorrow I have grown old before my time; few and evil have been the days of my pilgrimage, and the end seems not far off; and though I have many sins and shortcomings to answer for, I do humbly trust that the blood of the souls of the flock committed to me will not then be found upon my garments.' "Ah, me! I shall never forget these words of that godly man," continued my aunt, "for, as he said, his end was not far off.

He died very suddenly, and the Quakers did not scruple to say that it was God's judgment upon him for his severe dealing with their people.

They even go so far as to say that the land about Boston is cursed because of the hangings and whippings, inasmuch as wheat will not now grow here, as it did formerly, and, indeed, many, not of their way, do believe the same thing." April 24.
A vessel from London has just come to port, bringing Rebecca's dresses for the wedding, which will take place about the middle of June, as I hear.

Uncle Rawson has brought me a long letter from Aunt Grindall, with one also from Oliver, pleasant and lively, like himself.

No special news from abroad that I hear of.