Saturday, May 23 1761

…My wife, poor creature, very ill again. I, who yesterday was all joy and pleasure at the prospect of my wife’s being better, am now all trouble and affliction, so vain and uncertain is all worldly happiness! But, alas! why do I so afflict myself at the will of Providence, whose all-seeing eye directs all things by the power of unerring wisdom. Let me rather with an humble and truly contrite heart adore that ineffable goodness for the many blessings daily poured upon me. Oh, may I above all things live in such a manner as not to fear death whenever it comes.

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