The Journals of Martha E. McMillan

11” Dec. Sabbath.: “It is two years this evening since grandmother Murdock left us - She knows more than she did then --- while those of us who are here learn but slowly.” 12” Dec. Monday. “It is twenty six years ago this evening since grandmother McMillan died. We should remember these anniversaries----” 13” Dec. Tuesday. “Uncle Joe took Mrs. Mary E. Peterson to the (word I can’t read) train_ She goes to Cincinnati to see her sick daughter.” 14” Dec. Wed. “I will write here a beautiful verse I saw in the paper to day -- it was this. Let impatient reformers remember the words of Burritt: “Ours is the seed time; God alone beholds the end of what is sown. Beyond our vision dark and dim, The harvest time is hid with him”’ 15” Dec. Thurs. “This Eve I went in the sleigh with Jason to C- and attended an open meeting of the W.C.T.U – at Mr. Morton’s. Aunt Mary gave the Scripture reading - and the meeting was addressed by Mrs. Caroline (name I can’t read) and Miss Esther Pugh- There were quite a good company--- assembled in their parlor--- they had refreshments” 16” Dec. Friday. “While the month “is passing by” we must not forget that this is Mr. Mcs birthday. __1834___1898. “Let us remember- There are lonely hearts to cherish While the days are going by; These are weary souls who perish, While the days are going by; If a smile we can renew, As our journey we pursue, O the good we all may do, While the days are going by. But the seeds of good we sow Both in shade and shine Will grow. And will keep our hearts aglow, While the days are going by.” [Editor’s note: Words: George Cooper (1870). Music: Ira Sankey (1881).] 145