…Finished posting my day book. In the afternoon Mr French and I rode down to Mr John Dicker’s to consult about burying of John Durrant, who died yesterday, and came home about 5:10.
Mr Tipper and Mr Buller drank tea with me in the afternoon. But very little to do all day. Oh, melancholy time! Trade very dull and money intolerable scarce and, what is still worse, no sincere friend for an agreeable companion.