1750 January 29 (Monday). In the Morning early walk’d up to Mr. Blakes to Send another Letter per Mr. Whipple to my wife, but he was gone. I took Cold by walking in the wet Streets — din’d at Mr. Cowels[1] — felt but poorly, yet visited divers Friends — Elder Cheever[2] etc. Lodg’d at Brother Parkman’s. N.B. I remember the wormwood and the gall of this Day, 14 Years since.
[1]Parkman’s niece, Elizabeth, married Peam Cowell of Boston.
[2]Joshua Cheever, a deacon of the New North Church.