I begin a new book, this bright June morning while my noisy little "scholars" are out enjoying their Recess. I can't help wondering what these pages will contain-how many lonely, dreary hours they will record-how many pleasant incidents and experiences will be counted among them! I might fear lest the "evil days" should be many and the bright ones few, but I don't fear, I only "wonder," for the hours as they pass are troublesome enough without anticipating them, and I am teaching myself to heed the counsel of the following lines:
"Look not mournfully into the Past-it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the Shadowy Future without fear, and with a strong, brave heart."
-This sentence from Emerson is,-as my experience of the past ten days has abundantly shown to me-essentially true:-
"Our life is March weather,-savage and serene in one hour."
-Noon. Mr. G-one of "the Directors-has called & brought me the "Schedule." School has proceeded pleasantly today. Just now some Winnebago Indians went by & created a great excitement among my "little flock." The chief and the rest of the men walked erect, & unburdened. The women staggered along under great packages laid on their shoulders. This relic of barbarism "set me thinking" about the blessings of our civilization and the thankfulness that should fill every woman's heart for the Christianity that has wrought the change. I think a great deal about this.
(mem. Wrote Mary, Mary Willard and Ed. Clifford last night.)___Must make out a list of Miscellaneous Questions to