In the morning I walked home with Sam Jenner, with whom I breakfasted, and then we set off for Alfriston, I wanting to talk with a person whom I have some thoughts of putting my nephew Philip out an apprentice to. We dined at William Wrothfield’s, an acquaintance of Samuel Jenner’s, on as fine a roast pig as I ever saw.
We came home about 8:20, but not thoroughly sober, though I think never so fatigued in all my life. Spent today 21d. What with my fatigue and drinking but little, it got up in my head. But as I have so weak a brain and have so often set a resolution not to be guilty any more of this vice, a vice I really detest, I hope yet to have a resolution strong enough to refrain from drinking anything strong for the future. Oh, may I have strength of mind and resolution firm enough to make good my real and designed intention!… [110 words omitted].