Sunday Aug 9th 1857
Again hath w--- the blessed sabbath day the farmer hath left
the fields of r--- grain his flocks and herds and now sits in the shady porch
to read the lesson of the day. Nature seemes to have grown still and only
breaths in softest sighs. We went to church listen to a sermon by S. W. Struter
and a very good one. After tea I dressed myself as Harve told me he would come to
see me but like all men he was false. I
am not subject to the blues yet I had a severe attack this evening. But I said
away with melancholy and musing? ore blighted
hopes as I realy wanted to see him very much. I wonder if Millie S. told me the
truth and he is realy engaged to Sarah P. and hes been with so many others. I
can hardly believe he is so deceitful so I will say “Let us think of a man as
we find him” and trust him still although I would wish he did not go to see
Sarah but I will hope for a better time coming
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