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.