In the morning my brother came over and breakfasted with us. We dined on some whiting fried… At home all day, but almost haunted and torn to pieces by my tormenting conscience. In the day read Salmon’s Geography.
The Diary, 1754–1765
In the morning my brother came over and breakfasted with us. We dined on some whiting fried… At home all day, but almost haunted and torn to pieces by my tormenting conscience. In the day read Salmon’s Geography.