Wednesday, June 17 1761

We dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner. Dame Durrant drank tea with us. At home all day.

This day Mr Porter administered the communion to my wife and self and servant, and as this in all human probability will be the last time we shall ever commemorate (together in this world) the death of our blessed Savior and Redeemer Jesus Christ, so may the memory of it be a motive to spur me on through God’s grace to prepare for eternity (may that awful thought be the first in my mind).

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