Came home in the forenoon, not quite sober. Mr Evans dined with us on a coast of lamb roasted and cucumbers. At home, all day, and I know I behaved more like an ass than any human being, so doubtless not like one that calls himself a Christian. Oh, how unworthy are I of that name! But let me hope and endeavor with the grace of God to get the better of this and that I may every day become a better Christian. The uneasiness that have so long subsided between me and my wife now, I believe are ended, for she now seems (and pray God it may continue) to behave to me with all…
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