led me to think about my soul and my Savior.  Often and often did I hear him preach, and pray, and sing in our old schoolhouse.  And I do not think,” continued she, “that I ever saw him leave that house without first taking all of the young people in reach by the hand one by one, and saying something in a low voice to each one.  I do not know what he said to others; but I know, as if but yesterday, what he whispered to me.  It was this:  ’Do not neglect the salvation of your soul:  it is the ONE THING needful.’”

THURSDAY, April 14.  Council meeting at the Brush meetinghouse.  Brother Jacob Miller is ordained.

SATURDAY, April 16.  Dine at Michael Wine’s; call at Noah Lamb’s; then have council meeting in Hoover’s schoolhouse.  Stay all night at Isaac Shoemaker’s.

SUNDAY, April 17.  Meeting in Hoover’s schoolhouse.  Emmanuel Rodecap is baptized.

SUNDAY, June 5.  This morning I am at Manasseh Judy’s, in Hardy County, Virginia, on South Mill Creek.  My eyes behold what they have never before witnessed, viz, a killing frost in June.  The corn which, up to day before yesterday, was vigorous in its growth and generally over a foot high, is this morning frozen to the ground.  The heading wheat is frozen stiff.  Forward grass is greatly damaged.  Vegetable gardens will all have to be reset.  What may be the effect of this frost upon the living of the people, or how far it may extend, I know not.  It may be that the Lord is pleased to make this an occasion by which his people, in more favored parts of our land, can add greatly to their “crowns of rejoicing” by ministering out of their abundance to the necessities of this blighted region.

From Manasseh Judy’s I go fourteen miles down Mill Creek and across to Enoch Hyre’s on the South Branch of the Potomac, and all the wheat fields and corn fields in sight of the road look very much as if they might have had a shower of boiling hot rain.  So nearly alike are the effects of extreme cold and extreme heat upon vegetation.

MONDAY, June 6.  Meeting at Enoch Hyre’s.  I speak with a weight upon my mind.  If all had strong faith it would be different.  But the faith of some is weak, and many have very little or no faith at all.  When calamities come, like the one that now broods over the land, it is somewhat difficult to make those of weak faith still feel that God is love, and that he makes all things work together for good to them that love him.  I can do no more in the way of comforting these people than to point them to the promises of the divine Word.  These are man’s only assurance that God is supremely just and good and that he can do no evil.  The Psalmist David said:  “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”  He likewise says:  “I have been young, and now I am old, yet have I never seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.”  But it is only the eye of faith that can see the light behind the cloud.  If necessary, God can make the barrel of meal and the cruse of oil as unfailing now as in the days of Elijah the Tishbite.  My faith in him is sealed with a seal that I hope will never be broken.