Thursday, August 26 1762

…I dined on a chick pudding and carrots. At home all day busy a-writing. In the evening Joseph Fuller Jr and Mr Tipper sat a while with me. Low, very low all day. No one glimpse of hope gives any pleasing sensation to my tortured mind. No friend, no pleasing companion… [52 words omitted].
 

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