This morning about 7:30 died Mr Will Piper. We dined on some hog’s chine-bones boiled and turnip greens. In the afternoon walked up to Mrs Piper’s to consult her about the burying her husband. In the afternoon our late servant Mary Martin came over to see us and stayed and drank tea with us and then went home. At home all day except as before. My wife, poor creature, very ill indeed. In the forenoon my brother came over…