Tuesday, February 8 1763

…My late servant dined with me on a piece of a sparerib salted and boiled and some Savoy greens. At home all day and pretty busy. My late servant stayed all night. Oh, the disquietude of my mind! why should I let thoughts run so in my head that disturb my tranquillity of mind when I rest assured that whatever happens by the appointment of heaven is right, is best?

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