After breakfast Mr Joseph Fuller and I went up to take an inventory of the effects of Mr John Vine (now a prisoner in his own house for debt) in order to have the same made over to 2 or 3 of his principal creditors by virtue of a bill of sale, and to be by them distributed equally among the whole number of his creditors in proportion to their respective debts.
We dined there on a hog’s cheek, a butter pudding and greens… We came home about 6:20, and after we had done our business, we sat down and smoked our pipes and drank a bottle or two of cider, which I must own got up in my head so that I cannot presume to say I came home sober…
Upon taking the inventory of Mr Vine’s effects, I find not anything of value, neither do I think the whole of the household goods are worth above £60, and hardly any stock of value.