[Diary] March 18.
Mr. Parker, the preacher, whom we mistook for Dr. Parker, the agent of the Baptists, came to see the school to-day. He is a kind-looking old man. We mistaking him, as I said, told him we heard he meant to put us out of the church, but he assured us that in his private opinion, we should not be disturbed. He stayed all the morning and spoke to the children. He asked what they had in their heads. They answered, “Sense;” “Brains” he told them. “How did their knowledge get into their heads?” “God put it there,” they answered. He pointed to his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and explained how ideas got in, in so low a voice that my class could not hear and could only see his motions, and these seemed so comical that Fairy Jenkins burst into a fit of laughing that nearly upset me and the whole class.
He says he thought he should find peace and zeal down here — a band of fellow workers living in harmony and working with combined effort, but that he finds friction, friction in every quarter — military, religious, and political.
