…Mr Sam Gibbs sent me a present of a shoulder of venison, for which I gave his son 12d. Dame Durrant drank tea with me.
Oh. how distracted and tumultuous are my thoughts; fearing I [copying faded] wrong proceeding, or by the badness of trade, miscarry in my trade, and at the same being so embarrassed in my family connections that I hardly know how to act with the most prudence. I would gladly pursue that which is the most commendable and at the same time most to the advantage of myself and at the same time be a useful member of the community to which I belong.