ch
Dein wuerdigerer Junger.

Von dir erfuellter jeden Tag
Und jeden von mir leerer!
O du, der uber Flehn vermag,
Sei meines Flehns erhoerer!

Der Glaub an dich und deine Kraft
Sei Trieb von jedem Triebe!
Sei du nur meine Leidenschaft,
Du meine Freud und Liebe!

* * * * *

D.

A few extracts from the little diaries referred to are here given:

_May 15, 1857._--Box came from Mrs. Bumstead--my dear, kind friend--
containing _everything_; salmon, tomatoes, oranges, peaches, prunes,
cocoa and ham, tea and sugar from her father.[3] How pleasant the
kindness of friends! _21st._--Worked at planting aster seeds and putting
in verbena cuttings--all in my room, of course. _23d._--First hepaticas
in garden. Sweet peas coming up. Brownie hatched--_one_ chicken. _June
1st._--Books from dear Lizzy. "Sickness," may it do me good. [4]
_28th._--Sent flowers to the B.'s, flowers and strawberries to Mrs. N.,
green peas to E. M., and trout to Mother Hopkins. _July 2d._--Continue
to send strawberries--yesterday to the B.'s--to-day to A. B. and Miss
G., with rosebuds.

_Oct. 11th._--A beautiful autumn day. Could not leave my bed till near
noon. Then Albert drove me down the lane and carried me into the woods
in his arms. Eddy has collected $30 for Kansas. [5] _25th._--My whole
time, night and day, is spent in setting traps for sleep. To-day
the money was sent for Kansas--$55, of which $9 was from us. _Nov.
4th._--Election day. Great excitement. _5th._--Wretched news; it is
feared that Buchanan is elected. _Nov. 17th._--The anniversary of my
dear mother's death. My own can not be far distant. _I earnestly entreat
that none of my friends will wear mourning for me_.

_January 1, 1858._--Outwardly all looks dark--health at the
lowest--brain irritated and suffering inexpressibly--but _underneath
all_, thank God, some patience, some resignation, some quiet trust. If
it were not for wearing out my friends! But this care, too, I must learn
to cast on Him.

_5th._--Albert is reading Miss Bronte's Life to me, and oh, how many
chords vibrate deep in my soul as I hear of her _shyness_; her dread
of coming in contact with others; her morbid sensitiveness and intense
suffering from lowness of spirits; her thirst for knowledge, her
consciousness of personal defects, etc., etc., etc.

_9th._--Storms to-day "like mad." Present from Julia Willis. Each day
seems a week long, but let me be thank