13. had in my last load of hay for which I bless god in the midst of corn harvest. Visiting Henry Abbut in his sickness telling him I hoped to see him live that we might pray together and join in gods public worship. he told me that would never be, I replied he knew not what thoughts god would give him. he replied he knew or was certain that would never be. lord has he pulled his heart absolutely out of thy hands. lord I will cleave to thee in thy worship though others will not and I will eye thy providence to that man.