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let Saints in Sorrow lie resined
and trust a faithful lord
this psalm the Rev Mr. Gray sung after the death of his Brother to comfort his Mother in her deep distress She was holy woman when I call to see her in her troble She said, that she thought that She Should dye in her rest the words of job She was truly a Saint on the earth, and I had Sweet fellowship with her. I was not more with her, but I hope to meet her in heaven with palms in her hands and with all the Dear friends of that Society wich we ware members of, we love one/ Eachother very much, and when I think of them it a pears is they ware present to me, a number of ladies vist Ms G Mad Mason Mrs Bowers Miss Perry Mrs [H?]askinss and my self we had seasons of prayer, when the carriage came to the dove, Mrs Mason said children jump in