March: 12. The Lord good in outward mercies, the season was very dry: my Jo: very ill with his ague, insomuch that one morning I even received his sentence of death into myself; I called to the lord, but oh my heart is dark, god answered in the event his ague next day abated, but I find not the savour and sweetness of god upon my spirit, the lord gave us his word, and it was a discovering, piercing word, the lord make it a direction to me.