. Attended the funeral of my old friend and helper, Dr. Williams
, the oculist. ... Six stalwart sons carried the coffin.... I thought this: ‘I am glad that I have at last found out that the battle of life is an unending fight against the evil tendencies, evil mostly because exceeding right measure, which we find in ourselves.
Strange that it should take so long to find this out. This is the victory which God gives us when we have fought well and faithfully.
Might I at least share it with the saints whom I have known.’
. .. When I lay down to my rest before dinner, I had a momentary sense of the sweetness and relief of the last lying down.
This was a new experience to me, as I have been averse to any thought of death as opposed to the activity which I love.
I now saw it as the termination of all fight and struggle, and prayed that in the life beyond I might pay some of the debts of affection and recompense which I have failed to make good in this life.
Feeling a little like my old self to-day, I realize how far from well I have been for days past.”
. Woke with an aching head.... Prayed that even in suffering I might still have ‘work and worship.’
Alliteration is, I know, one of my weaknesses.
I thought afterwards of a third W-, work, worship, welcome.
These three words will do for a motto of the life which I now lead, in which these words stand for my ruling objects, ‘welcome’ denoting ‘hospitality’ in which I should be glad to be more forward than I have been of late....”