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12. a short acoupt of things with my one hand I may say that in a few months in the yeir 1809 departed of my aquantans by sikness about thirty on and ny Yonge Strete and considerabil numbers in other plases. On this date and last foal a grate deth has gon thru this Uper Canada. First it was cold the tyfas fever, but latorly we have had the mesals by which som has departed this life, but mostly it has ben such an oncomon disorder that it sems to baffel the skill of the wisest and best forishans. Nicholas Brown ny heir and wife is members. This is 1 day of the 4th month 1813. I exspet to start son. The diary now is discontinued until the year 1827 just before Timothy Rogers dies. On the 7 day of the 2 mo 1827 I set very still, my wife and 5 childorn by me none els present. Jonathan red 7 chaptors in the last of acts. I seemed to feel a plesant flow of devine lor that I beleve to be the lov of God by his son Jesus Christ. Then it was and is that it came in my mind to ad to my yongest sons name that has ben Saved Rogers that was for the kind acts of Daved Rogers to me. He is desesd and I now add Timothy to signafy my son—so that from this time his nam is Daved Timothy Rogers and when his name is rote Daved T. Rogers it may be understood Daved Rogers, son of Timothy Rogers. So that Daveds name and his fathers is rememberd. The diary ends with a sermon which should be read aloud to appreciate its beautiful poetry and feeling. Even the dreadful spelling of Timothy Rogers does not manage to conceal the strong and lively quality of all of his writing. A snail portion of the sermon is quoted herewith. He is the good shepherd that lay down his life for his sheape and when he puts them forth he goeth before them and he teaches evryone acording to the abilatys that he givs and requirs nothing unresonabil of nither man, woman nor child. I pray that God may bring men and wimin into that way that is so much betor in this world as an honderd fold and in the end life everlasting. Oh, revrens the magisty of the omnapatant and tempt not his angur, lest thou be destroyed. The provedens of God is over all his works. To him who is supreme belongest worship addorration thanksgiving and prase. Therefore prase the Lord in spirit and in silans waite with medatations on his goodnes, bow down thyself in hombal sobmison and be obedent to his sovern directions. He is the exelensy of all goodnes if we lift up our ey to the hevons. His glory shineth forth if we cast our ey on the eirth, it is full of his goodnes, winds, mountans, valas, rivers and the grate wators resound his prase.....0 follow the Lord all the days of thy life and walk in the paths he has opend to thee.