CHAPTER III .-- HER GLOOM LIGHTENS A LITTLE.
September 10 .-- I have inserted nothing in my diary for more than a fortnight.

Events have been altogether too sad for me to have the spirit to put them on paper.

And yet there comes a time when the act of recording one's trouble is recognized as a welcome method of dwelling upon it.

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My dear mother has been brought home and buried here in the parish.