Tuesday, December 1 1761

…Mrs French and Molly dined with me on a goose roasted, a piece of beef boiled, a raisin butter pond pudding, cabbage, turnips and applesauce. They both stayed and drank tea with me. At home all day and very little to do. In the evening read part of a volume of The Spectator. Oh, melancholy, melancholy time. What way to pursue I know not! Let me, oh, let me rest contented and think that whatever is by the appointment of heaven is right, is best… [26 words omitted].

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