Sunday, August 9 1761

After breakfast I rode to Hartfield, where I dined at my father Slater’s on a coast of lamb roasted, a duck pie, a piece of pork, an apple pudding, some cabbage and cucumbers (my family at home dining on a boiled mackerel and a pudding cake and French beans). I stayed and drank tea with my father Slater and came home about 8:30…

Now I am afflicted with grief! Oh, how great is my loss, what can equal the value of a virtuous wife?

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