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This day, about three o'clock, whilst a large com-pany of us were dining sumptuously, and drinkingwine in the parlour, among whom were James Ab-bott, Sparkman, and Lawyer Roe, from Detroit, the awful language of mortality was inscribed in the kit-chen, by the decease of a poor, emaciated Pauneeslave, who had been declining some time. Our be-loved friend, Joseph Moore, attended him, in hislast moments, travailing with him, in Christian sym-pathy, I trust to the staying of his mind, in the so-lemn period. Some others, to my astonishment, treated it with as much indifference, as if only a caterpillar had been bruised. After dinner, I retiredabout thirty perches into a garden, where the loud peals of laughter, which could easily have been heardhalf a mile, were truly distressing. I mentioned thesolemn subject to one of the British officers, whoreplied, "One of my brother officers, whom I loveddear as my life, was departing lately; I went to him,and bid him farewell; poor fellow, God help you:and returned to drink wine." A few boards beingnailed together, about sun-set the same day, thecorpse was put in, and attended to the grave, onthe river bank, by about sixty persons, including Indians and Negroes, where Joseph Moore preached his funeral sermon; and there was an end of poor Toby's pilgrimage. 7th. A day of close inward exercise, on discover-ing in several of our company, an eye watching forevil, and seeking occasion to vilify and reproach us:and thereby, to undervalue, and lay waste our tes-timony, to the requisite purity of the gospel — andif possible, to render us as abandoned as themselves. 8th.