[July 28, 1885]
The air is sweet and refreshing, particularly in the morning.
The calm water of the bay, the sweet and melodious songs of some
wild birds, seem to me most wonderfully soothing and fascinating.
Everything tells me here, as Mr. Hardy says, "peace! peace!" I watch
the white sails of the Ianthe as she moves slowly out from the harbor.
She lingers within my sight as if Gouldsborough could not spare her,
and when she returns, first a speck in the distance, she does not fly
fast enough to receive my welcome.I went to church here last Sunday. After the service I asked for the Sunday-school. To my surprise the reply was negative. I thought it too strange and too bad that these young folks should grow up here without it. A thought came to me at once, why cannot we start a Sunday-school here? I proposed to a lady here that we should offer ourselves as teachers. I thought I would not show forth myself as the originator of the idea, and tried to put the preacher forward to execute it. He was most too glad to do so. I took the responsibility of getting the Sabbath-school papers for them, because I have no least doubt you will take a share in the work and get others interested in it.