Morning at home. Abby did not go to Meeting, this being the time of probation and we spent the day pretty much together. As the time approaches she begins to feel a little more alarmed and during the whole of today was quite nervous at the idea of leaving her home. It will be quite a trying thing for her I am conscious and this will make it trying to me. But the Rubicon is now too near to think of results until after it is passed. I amused myself reading a few Articles of an old New Monthly which I found in the Library. In the afternoon Mr. Gorham and his son called in to drink tea and take final leave of Abby in her single state. This affected her considerably. She had before the recollections of the past, the associations with home, which endear themselves the more to her as she is about losing their enjoyment forever. But this is a hackneyed topic, and inasmuch as every woman does the same thing it shows that there are more than enough in the opposite balance. I felt myself much more really what I am about, as my Conscience does not altogether bear me out. But I hope and trust and I have been carried through so much, I think now I may look forward joyfully. A very short time now will prove the result.