In the morning rode down to John Cayley’s to look upon his hops. In the forenoon rode down to Mr French’s. In the forenoon my brother came over and stayed and dined with me… In the afternoon went down to Mr Porter’s and screwed down their child’s coffin. From thence I went down to Mr French’s and served their son’s funeral. Came back to Mr Porter’s and attended their child to church, and then went and met the other corpse and attended that to church, and came home about 6:45. In the evening wrote my London letters.