In the morning my late servant Mary Martin came to see me and breakfasted with me and also dined with me on a bullock’s heart pudding and turnips. She and Mrs Carman, who bought some goods in the shop, drank tea with me. At home all day and pretty busy. In the evening wrote my London letters. In the evening my late servant went home.
A remarkable fine season for the time of year. But how great the gloom that hangs on my melancholy brow! I who used to have a mind calm and serene am now tumult and confusion. How happy a state is wedlock when compared with a single life if we have an agreeable partner, as was once my happy lot.