February 18, 1757

1757 February 18 (Friday).  Still rainy.  Have deep and distressing Concern about my own Spiritual State; and find abundant reason to abhor my Self before the Lord, to humble my Self to the Dust.  And O that God would have Mercy on Me: for His great Name’s Sake!  At Eve Mr. Noah Brooks here.  Deacon Forb. and his Daughter, the widow, here.  N.B. I gave her a Note of 11£ Old Tenor for the Pork which I bought of her, being 147 pound at 1/6.  N.B. My Son Thomas brings me from his Brother Ebenezer a proposal about their taking the old place — but is what I can’t comply with.