I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner. At home all day. Sam Jenner, being to come to saw wood for me tomorrow, lodged at my house. In the evening writing my London letters. Not at all busy all busy all day. Thomas Cornwell made me a present of some eels. In the day busy a-writing. I
n the evening read a few papers of The Connoisseur. Oh, the melancholy gloom that has overspread my anxious mind! now do I daily and hourly find the loss of that dear dear girl, my wife.