ked, a lot of others which everybody in "the world"
does, and never seems to think of as wrong. "Hatred, variance,
emulations, ... envyings, ... drunkenness, revellings, and such like:"
and he says, "They which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of
God." That is dreadful. I am afraid the world must be worse than I
thought. I must take heed to my Aunt Kezia's rules--set the Lord always
before me, and remember that this world passeth away. I suppose the
world will laugh at me, if I be not one of its people. What will that
matter, if it passeth away? The angels will like me all the better: and
they are the best society.

And I was thinking the other night as I lay awake, what an awful thing
it would be to hear the Lord Jesus, the very Man who died for me, say,
"Depart from Me!" I think I could stand the world's laughter, but I am
sure I could never bear that. Christ could help and comfort me if the
world used me ill; but who could help me, or comfort me, when He had
cast me out? There would be nothing to take refuge in--not even the
world, for it would be done with then.

Oh, I do hope our Saviour will never say that to me!

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I seem bound to get into fights with Miss Newton. I do not mean
quarrels, but arguments. She is a pleasant, good-humoured girl, but she
has such queer ideas. I dare say she thinks I have. I do not know what
my Aunt Kezia would say to her. She does not appear to see the right
and wrong of things at all. It is only what people will think, and what
one likes. If everybody did only what they liked,--is that proper
grammar, I wonder? Oh, well, never mind!--I think it would make the
world a very disagreeable place to live in, and it is not too pleasant
now. And as to people thinking, what on earth does it signify what they
think, if they don't think right? If one person thinking that two and
two make three does not alter the fact, why should ten thousand people
thinking so be held to make any difference? How many simpletons does it
take to be equal to a wise man? I wonder people do not see how
ridiculous such notions are.

We hear nothing at all from the North--the seat of war, as they begin to
call it now. Everybody supposes that the Prince is marching southwards,
and will be here some day before long. It diverts me exceedingly to sit
every Tuesday in a corner of the room, and watch the red ribbon