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Some of my friends whom I love and whom I believe love the Lord and who are aiming to do good live in such a hurry, there is no time for a blessing at the table no time for family worship, no time that I could see for secret prayer or Bible reading (I do not know how often the thoughts are raised when there is no outward form of prayer) and yet there is such kindness and brotherly love as is delightful to see. They seem to have few inward trials. In another family, there is discomfort disorder and jarring a continual conflict between good and evil joy and grief, there is light but there is alway [sic] the cloud between, yet there is prayer in the family, paryer [sic] at the table prayer often and often in private and earnest prayer too. The dust may be every where else but never on the Bible. There is a kind feeling between the too, but each looks wise and says, or seems to say, 'what a pity So and So can not see as I do. ' One person who I esteem very much spends I think without exaggeration four hours a day in dressing and fussing and dusting and prinking to look