[from the diary of Anne Madison Willis Ambler]
Saturday, December 6, 1862
I endeavor always to spend Saturday
in some kind of preparation for Sunday-
but it is sad to record how far I fall short
of my endeavours It was impossible to get
a quiet place to read this morning & when
the usual hour came for my quiet enjoyment
Jack would not go to sleep=however I had
at last the pleasure of a little peace & I
made an effort to profit by it=
I have seen the remark that we should
spend each day, as though it were our last-
How impossible it seems for me to realize that
this may be my last=I often think of it
but in the whole course of my life I am
sure I have never spent an hour just as I
should have spent it=so many vain, foolish
& unprofitable thoughts come hopping
skipping & jumpping through my brain
Oh, At the last day, what will be
my account. I commit myself humbly
to thy care O, Lord Jesus, & beg that thou
wilt have mercy upon my many infirmities
& cleans me with thy blood. O receive
me, just as I am without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me.
MSS 15406
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