Saturday, May 2 1761

…In the forenoon our late servant and her mother came to see my wife and dined with us on the remains of yesterday’s dinner, with the addition of some mutton chaps broiled. As soon as we had dined they went away. At home all day and my wife, poor creature, most extreme ill, I think so ill that it would almost move even an entire stranger to shed tears at the sight of her, and to hear her continual moaning through the severity of pain.

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