…No service at our church in the morning, Mr Porter preaching at Waldron. My late servant dined with me on a [leg of mutton] boiled, a piece pork, turnips, potatoes and a plain [suet?] pudding. Myself and 2 servants at church in the afternoon… My late servant stayed and drank tea with me and then went home.
In the evening my brother came over and sat with me about an hour. In the evening and the day read 3 of Tillotson’s sermons. My grief, my grief is so heavy I hardly know which way to turn or what to do, so heavy is my anguish of heart.