Some may say:  This reads like a bill of goods with the prices omitted.  But think a little, my friend.  Let us suppose that business would compel you to mount the back of a horse away off in Rockingham County, Virginia, and travel day after day, until you had completed the round of visiting every family above named; and in addition to this attend a meeting of some kind every day or two, and yet be compelled to do all this in the short space of twenty-one days; would you not think it a task worthy of mention?  Now Brother Kline did all this, but not on the score of any business interest whatever.  Instead of seeking any worldly gain by it, the direct opposite was the truth, for he came home with less money in his pocket than he started with.  It was just what he expected and felt assured would be the case.  But he went.  And what induced him to go?  The love of Christ constrained him.  The love of doing good to others by pointing out the way of salvation to them.  Have I, have you, such love?

Between the last date given and the twenty-first of October Brother Kline attended a love feast at Beaver Creek, Virginia; one on Lost River; and one at Flat Rock.  Besides these, he attended the regular Sunday meetings, council meetings, and visited, medically, a considerable number of patients.  He reports much rain in October, and several times his life was endangered crossing high waters.

FRIDAY, October 22.  On this day he started on a journey across the mountains of western Virginia.  He followed a line of love feasts and other meetings through the counties of Hampshire, Virginia; Garret, Maryland; Preston and Monongalia, Virginia, to Dunkard Creek in Pennsylvania, not far this side of Wheeling.  He returned over nearly the same route by which he went, filling appointments he left on his way out.  He reports, on this journey, 371 miles traveled on horseback, over some rugged mountains and bad roads much of the way.  He arrived home November 4, after an absence of two weeks.

TUESDAY, November 30.  Attend the burial of old Mother Horn.  Age, ninety years, two months and two days.

SUNDAY, December 5.  Attend the burial of old Mother Conrad.  Age, eighty-five years and nine months.

WEDNESDAY, December 15.  Louis and Samuel Kline, of Pennsylvania, visit us.  I take them around to see their and my kindred.

TUESDAY, December 21.  Perform the marriage ceremony of Samuel Hinegartner and Catharine Ralls, at Christian Crider’s.

FRIDAY, December 31.  Meeting of general council in our meetinghouse.  In the year that is now about to close I have traveled 3,424 miles, nearly all on horseback.  The work of another year is done; and the record has passed into eternity.  As clay, once formed by the hand of the potter and burnt in a kiln can never be reduced to clay again and worked over into other forms, so our deeds in life, once done, are done forever.  A vase may be broken, it is true, but the fragments are apt to