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Sarah's journal for Jennie? Friday, April 9. - It is quite late in the evening now, almost nine o'clock. I am expecting Anne in every minute to put me to bed. I have been out again today, and have been wheeled around in the halls so that I have seen a good part of the house that I never saw before. Everything now that I see, looks so strange, so wonderful. It seems almost as if a new life was forming? before me, and I am about to enter into a new world. i dread to think of the temptations to which I should be exposed if i am again permitted to enter ^into society. I have so long neslted under the formatating? wing of sickness that I fear to have it withdrawn lest the bright rays of worldly pleasures shall unclear too strong for my weak mind, and all my good resolutions should be withered. I must leave off abruptly, for Anne ^has come. Sat. 10. - Cynthia's birthday. Thirteen years ago, all spotless and pure, fresh from her Maker's hand this sweet creature was placed in our happy circle. Time has borne her from the sweet garden of Infancy and he is now gently leading her up the wild but beautiful mountain of Girlhood. Oh, may the angel of innocence accompany her, and may the fountains of love and peace flow ever at her feet; I had a very pleasant time taking my ride today, they took me