Mr ——-, the curate of Laughton, came to the shop in the forenoon, and he, having bought some things of me (and I wish he had paid for them), dined with me and also stayed in the afternoon till he got in liquor. And with being so complaisant as to keep him company, I was quite drunk.
How do I detest myself for being so foolish! As my brains are so weak they will bear nothing that is strong, sure I am highly culpable for ever attempting to drink anything stronger than small beer or water, and more especially as it gives my conscience so much uneasiness afterwards. Though I have ofttimes thought I would conquer or at least command myself in this particular and have hitherto failed of success, let me once more exert my own strength and implore for aid at the throne of grace to assist my weak endeavors.
Paid Mr Benjamin Shelley in cash 3.8.8 in full for the same sum he paid this week in London for me…