August 8, 1767

1767 August 8 (Saturday).  Mr. Whiting watched with my Brother last night.  He goes with me to Mr. Jackson’s (Thomas) Spring — where I drink of the Mineral Waters.  My Brother grows Worse — his Mind is in Terrible Tumult — he is in wofull Despair — says his Terror is too great to be expressed.  I dined at Mr. Quincys.  His son, Dr. Jacob Quincy there.  Continue to lodge at Brother Samuels for I can’t leave my Brother of [sic] his Chil’en in So great Distress.  We pour out our Prayers and Crys to God, the God of infinite Mercy.