The diary of William Preston.

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The Diary of William Preston

3rd December 1829

I was left both shocked and stunned at the bravery of Helen. For today, I was one of a handful of people attending the funeral of Helen's child, who passed away sadly after taking ill with scarlet fever. Throughout the funeral, however, Helen remained dry-eyed and did not even come as close as shedding a single tear. So strong was her bravery it caused me to oft wipe my eyes for the tears she was to shed, I was instead shedding. Her valour has caused a new flame of love to be ignited in my heart for her. Why should death cruelly and brutally snatch her daughter away? Why should it leave her the single mother of a baby still in her womb? Why? These questions leave me perplexed and consequently remain unanswered.

17th June 1830

I had my mind firmly fixed on aim and goal before setting out today. I set out to church today in impeccable manner of clothing and as I stepped out of my dwelling, not a hair in my head was out of place. Reverend John Maxwell preached the sermon but I was,