"My head is anointed with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life." This morning, Sir Thomas and Uncle Rawson rode over to Hampton, where they will tarry all night.

Last evening, Rebecca had a long talk with her father concerning Sir Thomas, who hath asked her of him.

She came to bed very late, and lay restless and sobbing; whereupon I pressed her to know the cause of her grief, when she told me she had consented to marry Sir Thomas, but that her heart was sorely troubled and full of misgivings.

On my querying whether she did really love the young gentleman, she said she sometimes feared she did not; and that when her fancy had made a fair picture of the life of a great lady in England, there did often come a dark cloud over it like the shade of some heavy disappointment or sorrow.