Saturday, June 24 1758

…Prodigious uneasy to think my wife did not come home according to her appointment, which was last night, neither for my brother to come over as he promised. It quite astonishes me to see how I am as it were deserted by all my friends, though it is no other than what I have seen approaching those 5 years past (and better). But, however, what to attribute the coldness and indifference with which I am treated by my friends and relations I am at a loss to guess. Sometimes I think I must be a prodigy that all my relations in general seem to be so indifferent to me, but when I come to take a more nearer view, I can find among the greatest part of their behavior something of self-interest intermixed with it, to which if we add that easy temper of mine; that is, easy to be imposed upon, I believe it will easily solve the appearing oddity; so that I shall find I have nought to trust to except the divine Providence and my own industry…

About 1:20 my brother Sam Slater brought home my wife and dined with us on some veal and bacon fried… At home all day. John Hesman supped with us.

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