Morning unpropitious and indicated rain. Day cloudy, but warm. I see scattered here and there a few leaves beginning to turn yellow and some nestling to the ground. So it is with man. He must fall when the fall of life shall nip the beauty of Spring, and he has accomplished his work here. So it will be with me, those that are now just commencing life, weak, feeble, and tender and requiring much care and attention will see me fall as I now behold the aged around me, consigned to their grave. One thing is certain, and we all have to encounter it - death.