1739 November 16 (Friday). Extreme Cold — froze up the Earth. My House unbank’d, my Potatoes the greatest part in the Ground. A purging has attended me and continues, but by the Cold we were prevented sending to the Doctor. Stephen Fay had engaged to watch tonight, but fail’d. My Wife Sat up again till past midnight, after which I did without. Old Mrs. Tomlin, wife of Deacon Tomlin,[1] dy’d on the 16th in the Night, having wash’d the forenoon before. She complain’d some Hours before She dy’d and the Deacon and his Son Sat up with her, but when a Nei[gh]bour whom they sent for came and went to her (they Supposing her to be drowzing) She was found breathless.
[1]Isaac Tomlin.