Holy Thursday, April 30 1761

…At home all day. My wife, poor creature, most extreme ill. Ah, how melancholy my situation! How does the prospect of losing her (who to me is the only valuable blessing this world affords to make the rugged and uneven paths of this life glide smoothly on) afflict me to see her so afflicted and can get her no relief. Oh, may she one day enjoy the happiness of that comfortable sentence, Come, ye blessed children of my Father, receive the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.

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