After breakfast my friend Hill went away. I lent him in cash £6, for which he gave me his note of hand payable to me on order or demand…
My wife, poor creature, very ill. ah, melancholy daily repetition; who can paint or imagine my trouble, which I now labor under, and what is more, the prospect of a change severer for severe? Paid a nephew of Mr John Wilbar’s 6/3 in full for brushes bought of him today…