This was indeed awful, but the Judge of the earth must do right.

We attended the interment on First-day, the 12th.

The meeting-house at Woodhouse was pretty full, and a good and tendering meeting it was.

It felt hard work to labor among a number of worldly-minded people; but I have learned to consider it one of the greatest of privileges to be appointed to service, even though attended with suffering.

Since this time my poor mind has felt more tender and more susceptible of good.