In the morning my brother came over and breakfasted with us, and after breakfast my wife and I set out for Hartfield where we arrived about 12:20. We dined at my father Slater’s on some bacon and beans and peas (my brother at home dining on the remains of yesterday’s dinner). My wife’s sister Anne Slater was buried about 8:10. She was aged 18 years–a very melancholy funeral, for I think it must affect anyone to see a poor young creature cut off just in the bloom of youth. We stayed at my father Slater’s all night, as did my brother at our house. The confirmation at Lewes today for Pevensey Deanery, to which this parish belongs.