An entertaining and refreshingly original diary of a school-girl in Canandaigua, New York, begun in 1852 and continued thru twenty years. The simple ways of the villages of central New York and the homely details of life in a cultivated household, distinguished by piety and devotion to Puritan ideals, as seen thru the eyes of a shrewd and unaffected girl, are recited with a quaint, often unconscious humor and with sure literary instinct.
hrough the mill and let us get weighed and took us over to his house and out into the barn-yard to see the pigs and chickens and we also saw a colt which was one day old. Anna just wrote in her journal that "it was a very amusing site."
Sunday.--Rev. Mr. Kendall, of East Bloomfield, preached to-day. His text was from Job 26, 14: "Lo these are parts of his ways, but how little a portion is heard of him." I could not make out what he meant. He is James' and John's minister.
Wednesday.--Captain Menteith was at our house to dinner to-day and he tried to make Anna and me laugh by snapping his snuff-box under the table. He is a very jolly man, I think.
Thursday.--Father and Uncle Edward Richards came to see us yesterday and took us down to Mr. Corson's store and told us we could have anything we wanted. So we asked for several kinds of candy, stick candy and lemon drops and bulls' eyes, and then they got us two rubber balls and two jumping ropes with handles and two h