In the morning I set out for Ticehurst with James Marchant in order to carry him to his parish, which he had sworn upon the said parish, and which Mr French had yesterday taken out an order to remove him to. I arrived at Ticehurst about 9:50 and delivered him to Mr Fuller, a glover there.
I went to church and heard a sermon preached by the Rev Mr Medlicott, vicar of the same parish, from Matthew 5:17: “Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets: I am not come to destroy, but to fulfil.”
I dined at Mr Noakes’s on a calf’s head and bacon boiled. I must pass over anything more than this I got so very drunk that I came no farther than the Half Moon where I lodged all night, and in coming there I received a fall and hurt myself very much. Had it not been for an overruling Providence I must I think inevitably have been lost. May this, oh, may it for ever prevent my drinking anything stronger than water as my brains were so weak that even the smell of liquor almost makes me drunk.