Sunday, December 9 1759

At home all day. I took some physio. Our servant only at church in the morning. We dined on a rabbit pudding, turnips and potatoes. Our servant at church in the afternoon, but neither my wife nor myself all day. Oh how do the stings of a guilty conscience torment me: Well might Solomon say: a wounded spirit who can bear? Oh let this be one more admonition for me never to do it again!

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