Friday, October 16 1761

…Mr May, an uncle of my servant’s, dined with me on some beefsteaks fried. Mrs Virgoe and Molly French drank tea with me. In the evening went down to Mr Porter’s, where I stayed and supped and came home about 10:20. A sad and melancholy time. Nought, nought but gloom and melancholy prospects present themselves to my disturbed mind.

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