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North Carolina — Sabbath, 22. I preached in the 

 chapel. O wretched appearance of broken windows! 

 It was a sacramental day. Were I a young man, I 

 should not wish to be stationed in Wilmington. Our 

 funds are low here, and our house a wreck. 



Sabbath, November 12, 1815. I attended the quar- 

 terly-meeting at Samuel Edney's, and bore a feeble 

 but a faithful testimony to the truth. I have read, 

 with dim eyes, Joseph Moore's dialogue; it is not 

 elegant, but argumentative: it seems to have silenced 

 the Baptists. 



Sabbath, 19. I preached upon Acts xxvi. 17, 18. 

 I die daily — am made perfect by labor and suffering, 

 and fill up still what is behind. 



Monday, 20. At Benjamin Glover's. At Allen 

 Glover's on Tuesday. Wednesday, my children will 

 not let me go out. 



Thursday, 23. Came to Thomas Child's, near Cam- 

 bridge, twenty miles. Friday, to Dr. William Moon's. 

 Saturday, the Doctor urges, and I have consented to 

 take digitalis. 



Sabbath, 26. I preached, and we had a time of 

 great feeling. Monday, heavy rain. W T e came away 

 to Hezekiah Arlington's; a cold, damp ride. Tues- 

 day, to the widow Means's; the lady was not at home, 

 but the servants were attentive. John Wesley Bond 

 preached in the kitchen. We try to do good. Wednes- 

 day, to Sterling Williamson's, thirty miles in eight 

 hours. A damp, rainy day, by no means pleasant to 

 me. Thursday, rested. Friday, at Columbia. 



Saturday, December 2. A melancholy and awful 

 scene has been witnessed here. Dr. Ivey Finch, 

 about thirty years of age, in driving a violent horse 

 out of Columbia in his chair, was dashed between the 



