Thomas Turner

In the morning my brother came over to inform me that Mr Stone of Stonebridge was dead (and that he died. very suddenly). After staying at my house about a quarter of an hour, he went to Stonebridge to ask for the funeral, and I walked over to Framfield where I had not been long before [he came back], but without any success, for he could not get to serve the funeral. I dined at my mother’s in company with Mr William Bennett on some cold beef, French beans and a butter pudding cake… I came walking home. My brother and Mr Bennett came and brought me going on my road part of the way. At home all the remaining part of the day. In the evening read one Tillotson’s sermons. Now let me reflect on the sudden death of Mr Stone, who went to bed in seemly good health about 9 o’clock and was found dead about 11. Oh, what a sudden change is here! What a lesson of mortality to teach mankind always to be in a state prepared to meet death!…

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My whole family at church in the mornings. We dined on a cold bullock’s heart pie and cucumbers. My whole family at church in the afternoon; the text in Job 31:3: “Is not destruction to the wicked? and a strange punishment to the workers of iniquity?” From which words we had an excellent sermon, setting forth to us in a very expressive and persuasive manner the danger which every sinner runs of incurring the punishment of Hell, and also, how severe the punishment of Hell will be. Oh, may the good God give me his grace that the words I have this day heard may sink deep into my heart and produce in me a thorough reformation, and that I may every day bring forth fruits meet for repentance! In the evening Thomas Davy at our house, to whom, and in the day, I read 2 of Tillotson’s and of Hervey’s sermons.

About 6:45 Mr Joseph Burgess and I set out for Lewes on foot, to ask advice whether we could remove Elizabeth Day, a certificate person to our parish (but now big with child), but none of the justices being in town, their clerk, Mr Ed Verral, informed us that we could not remove her. But the child, though born a bastard, would not belong to this parish… When I came back, I dined on the remains of what my family left; viz., some cold duck and some cold bullock’s heart pie…

After I came back from Lewes, wrote a letter for Joseph Fuller to Mr George Tomlin, hop-factor, with 1 pocket hops. Rec’d by the post today from Mr John Collison 4 Lottery. tickets. No. 66612 is Mrs Atkins’s; No. 66546 is my wife’s, in which two tickets my wife and Mrs Atkins are to be share and share alike if it should be their fortune to have a prize in either of the tickets; No. 6643 between my brother and self; and No. 66611 is to be between Thomas Davy and our servant. N.B.: I received 10/6 of my brother the 22nd instant for his half of mine. In the evening Thomas Davy at our house to whom I read a sermon preached by the Rev Mr James Hervey, A.M., rector of Weston-Favell in Northamptonshire, being preached on some of the late fast days. I bought 3 of them today at Lewes, being lately published and stitched together. John Watford at work a-gardening for me all day…

John Watford a-gardening for me all day… In the forenoon my brother came over, but did not stay. I gave him 7/6 to pay for the keeping of my colt due on Tuesday next. Dame Smith of Laughton and her daughter drank tea with us, they buying many things in the shop… At home all day and at work in my garden the greatest part of the day. In the evening wrote out a list for John Watford of people in this parish properly qualified to serve in the militia; viz., all such as are between the ages of 18 and 50, parish and peace officers and apprentices excepted, which in our parish, according to the said list amount to 45 persons. I also wrote him out a list of the persons properly qualified to serve on juries in this parish, which are but 6. In the evening read one of Tillotson’s sermons.

…We dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of a piece of pork boiled, a damson batter pudding, white cabbage, carrots and garden beans… Thomas at our house in the evening, to whom I read one of Tillotson’s sermons.

…Busy at work in my garden all day at times. In the afternoon posted my day book and wrote up Mr Thomas Balcombe’s bill. In the evening Mr Elless and I walked down to Thomas Lewer’s in order to get in his debt, but found him not at home. Read in the evening one of Tillotson’s sermons. This has been an extreme fine day, being the first, fine day we have had since the 15th instant.

…We dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of a duck pie. Dame Durrant drank tea with us. At home all day. Posted part of my day book. A very wet day, and in the morning we had several very large claps of thunder. In the evening read one of Tillotson’s sermons.

At home all day. My brother came over in the forenoon and dined with me on a piece of pork, a butter pudding cake and beans. After dinner my brother went to Lewes for some tea, my mother and I being both out… Sold Mr Elless a waistcoat, and he and James Marchant spent the evening at our house. Thanks be to God, we have this day been indifferently busy. Read part of Martin’s Library of Literary Arts and Sciences.

A very windy and rainy night, rather like a tempest than not. Myself, wife and maid at church this morning (the two boys staying at home on account of the badness of the weather); the text in Revelation 22:12: “And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.”

We dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner; viz., on a piece of cold pork and part of the shoulder of lamb roasted on Friday. My whole family at church this afternoon; the text in Jeremiah 17:7 “Blessed is, the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is.” I think we had two as good sermons today as I ever heard Mr Porter preach. Thomas Davy at our house in the evening, to whom, and in the day, I read 4 of Tillotson’s sermons. This day while we were at church in the forenoon, we had the highest wind that I ever knew.

We dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of some boiled tripe. In the afternoon Mr Elless and I walked down to Peter Adams’s in order to see Mr Relfe the surveyor at Lewes measure and map the said land, but could not find him. We were wet through a-going our journey. Dame and Master Durrant and Thomas Durrant at our house in the evening drinking what they call colt ale; that is, liquor for shoeing a colt the first time. This day, I think, has been as wet a day as I ever knew in my life at this season of the year. There have been today several very loud strokes of thunder.