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HARMON'S JOURNAL. 



Saturday, November 23. By our people who 

 returned this afternoon from the Rainy Lake, I 

 have received letters, which announce the afflic- 

 tive intelligence, that two of my brothers, of 

 whose decline I had before been informed, are 

 gone into eternity. The happy days that I had 

 fondly hoped that I should pass in their society on 

 earth, I shall never enjoy. Such is the uncertain- 

 ty of all earthly expectations. But the Judge of 

 all the earth has done right. — My departed bro- 

 thers gave evidence, to those around them, that 

 they died in the faith and hope and peace of the 

 gospel. They are gone, I trust, to a world where 

 sin and suffering cannot follow them. 



When the cold hand of death shall have been 

 laid upon a few more of my relatives, there will be 

 nothing remaining on the earth to console me for 

 their loss. Nothing revives my drooping spirits in 

 view of the departure of my friends, one after anoth- 

 er, from year to year, into eternity, like the hope 

 that, through rich grace, I may be at length per- 

 mitted to join their society, in a world of perfect 

 purity and of uninterrupted and everlasting joy. 



We rarely prize our blessings in a suitable 

 manner, until we learn their value by being de- 

 prived of them. I feel the force of this truth, in 

 regard to my deceased brothers. To one of them 

 in a particular manner, I am deeply indebted ; and 



