…In the evening Mr Thornton and I walked over to Chiddingly in order to carry a pair of gloves to Mr Herring on account of Mr Porter. I also walked down to Richard Page’s. In the evening Joseph Fuller Jr smoked a pipe with me, and after he was gone I read part of a volume of The Spectator. How melancholy my situation; now the evenings are long, how severely do I know the loss of the most agreeablest and endearing companions.