1782 January 29 (Tuesday). A very cold season, but I am obliged to exert my self. I rode in my sleigh to Mr. Samuel Hardys, an House of Mourning, and prayed with them before their interring their Infant. Thence, at 3 o’Clock, I rode to Mr. Andrews’s, and apply’d myself to the unhappy Girl. She Seemed somewhat penitent: a good many Neighbours attended. I prayed with them — and Said what pungent Things I could. I did not go to the Grave. I turned in to See old Lt. Forbush and his Wife, who has lately lost her only surviving Brother Mr. Moses Bellows of Southborough.