take us home with him and he said yes, so we went and had a splendid
time and stayed two days. Stewart was at home and took us all around
driving and took us to the graveyard to see our mother's grave. I copied
this verse from the gravestone:

"Of gentle seeming was her form
And the soft beaming of her radiant eye
Was sunlight to the beauty of her face.
Peace, sacred peace, was written on her brow
And flowed in the low music of her voice
Which came unto the list'ner like the tones of soothing Autumn winds.
Her hands were full of consolations which she scattered free to
all--the poor, the sick, the sorrowful."

I think she must have been exactly like Grandmother only she was 32 and
Grandmother is 72.

Stewart went to prayer meeting because it was Wednesday night, and when
he came home his mother asked him if he took part in the meeting. He
said he did and she asked him what he said. He said he told the story of
Ethan Allen, the infidel, who was dying, and his daughter asked him
whose religion she should live by, his or her mother's, and he said,
"Your mother's, my daughter, your mother's." This pleased Mrs. Ellsworth
very much. Stewart is a great boy and you never can tell whether he is
in earnest or not. It was very warm while we were gone and when we got
home Anna told Grandmother she was going to put on her barege dress and
take a rocking-chair and a glass of ice water and a palm leaf fan and go
down cellar and sit, but Grandmother told her if she would just sit
still and take a book and get her mind on something else besides the
weather, she would be cool enough. Grandmother always looks as cool as a
cucumber even when the thermometer is 90 in the shade.

_Sunday, August._--Rev. Anson D. Eddy preached this morning. His text
was from the sixth chapter of John, 44th verse. "No man can come to me,
except the Father which hath sent me, draw him." He is Tom Eddy's
father, and very good-looking and smart too. He used to be one of the
ministers of our church before Mr. Daggett came. He wrote a book in our
Sunday School library, about Old Black Jacob, and Grandmother loves to
read it. We had a nice dinner to-day, green peas, lemonade and
gooseberry pie. We had cold roast lamb too, because Grandmother never
has any meat cooked on Sunday.

_Sunday._--Mr. Noah T. Clarke is superintendent of our Sunday School
now, and this morning he asked, "What is prayer?" No one answered, so I
stood