…Thomas Durrant drank tea with me. Sam Jenner, coming to my house in the evening, lodged at my house.
At home all day, but oh, my uneasy mind! Well might the wise man say, a wounded conscience who can bear? For was it not for our manifold crimes, the spirit of mankind would sustain his infirmities. But as we daily become obnoxious to the divine vengeance by our manifold and daily crimes, I think any thinking creature must be full of disquietudes.