Five o’clock
The service was almost more than one could bear , but she was composed , except at the references in the sermon to our state of intense anxiety , and the need of submission . At the special mention in the Litany of those in danger , I heard from beneath her hands clasped over her face , that low moan of `` O , brother , brother ! '' Still I think when the worst comes , she will bear it better and be supported . ` Five o'clock . -- THESE IS HOPE ! -- O Violet ! We went to church again this afternoon .