[from the diary of Matthella Page Harrison as transcribed at a later date]
Sunday, October 26th
A close, rainy day. Oh, my God, help me to recollect and with Thy help to keep the solemn resolves I have this day made. Without thee I feel I am nothing. Oh help me to be thankful for the many mercies I have had bestowed on me and to feel my own unworthiness Oh let me live for Thee and not for this world, its pleasures and profits.
Tuesday, October 28th
Another cold, bright, day. Dick Meade dined with us. Finished gathering apples.
MSS 9759
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