The wanderer tastes repose
And from its silent flood
Learns meekly to do good.”
It’s short, but I thought it was very pretty.
Tuesday, 18.
This morning after doing my work I had lessons. I wrote some in my journal and did some sums. In the afternoon I went blue-berrying with Lizzie and picked nearly, if not quite, a quart. I read in the evening.
Wednesday, 19.
We had a descriptive lesson this morning and each of us wrote a description of Fruitlands.