Saturday, January 17 1761

…In the afternoon my brother Moses came to see me and stayed and drank tea with me and stayed with me all the evening. Oh, my poor wife is most prodigious bad! No, not one gleam of hope have I of her recovery. Oh, how does the thought distract my tumultuous soul; what shall I do, what will become of me?

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