Sunday, 16 November, 1828

I endured a disagreeable night, but forbear to complain. Why should I be exempt from disease while others are subject to it? I am in the same state of existence and liable to all the causes of pain. I cannot, nor will not, murmur. God is just and merciful and if it be his will, and few will doubt it, I submit and yield a perfect obedience to his mandates and still look to him for help. Several called in today to see me, and among the number was my friend, H. It is a gratifying thought to think one individual is willing to assist even if they do not.