Canadian Wild Flowers by Helen M. (Helen Mar) Johnson
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afflictions, and forever dropping the balm of consolation into the
distracted breast. Oh, what a privilege to have such a friend--such a sure and steadfast friend--such a wise and omnipotent friend. And he is _my_ friend? Yes; he is '_the sinner's_ FRIEND,' and therefore mine: for surely nothing but wondrous _love_ could have led him to die a cruel and ignominious death for me, polluted as I am. O Jesus, thou art my friend and I will be thy friend; thou didst love me first and I do love thee, but not as fervently as I should, nor so much as I desire. O God, give me more of thy Holy Spirit; may it consume every unhallowed passion, tear every idol from my heart, and consecrate that heart entirely to thee." The only journal notes of considerable length which Miss JOHNSON seems to have made were for the years 1852 and 1853. Those for 1855 and 1860 were entered in a "daily miniature diary." We find none for other years, though she always kept her pen and pencil busy in some way as long as she had strength to write. The diary for 1855 is in rhyme-- usually six lines being allotted to each day. While some of the verses are playful and witty, most of them are religious and plaintive. The following are given as specimens: "Arose at six o'clock today: How swift the moments sped away Engaged in household duties; Then Virgil claimed awhile my care, And Pope of time a larger share, With all his sweets and beauties." "Mr. Goodenough and wife Came here yesterday; |
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