March. 24: A sad season for wet, yet some sow their oats. god good to me and mine in mercies, Bettie more quiet in nights than formerly. Mr H. very ill which is a great trouble to me. lord bear up my heart to thee, that nothing may overset my soul; god good to me in the word, awakening my heart to him, the lord establish me in his fear, prayed earnestly for fair weather, this evening was the most hopeful and clear I have seen of many for which mercy I praise the lord, but the next morning wet as formerly lord be not angry with the prayers of thy people.