1737 March 5 (Saturday). Sister Lydia was willing to go up again to Westborough with me if the weather would allow. Upon her mentioning her carrying up some other Coloured clothes than her black, and our putting off our Mourning it (by Degrees) moved me very much and my Passions flowed almost beyond Controll, till I was obliged to retire away. Every matter was most exceeding Sorrowful to me. The weather was very discouraging to Sister Lydia’s Design, nor could she in prudence venture tho I tarryed for her till 11 when I sat out. It rained and I had a very wet troublesome Journey. I rode over the new Bridge in Sudbury and went to Capt. Clark’s[1] of Framingham. The Waters flow abundantly, Ice rotts away, the Snow melts again, the Rain beats and the Storm strong. Capt. Clark very urgent to have me stay, but I was resolute to get as far as I could. I called at Mr. Stone’s[2] at Southborough, and about nine at night reached home. D.O.M. Gratia.
[1]Forbes: Capt. Isaac Clark, of Framingham, was a noted man in his day. He commanded a company of troopers which was out in Father Raile’s War in 1725, and one his one hundredth birthday rode horseback to and from Col. Trowbridge’s. He lived to be one hundred and two, and died in 1768. His gravestone says: “His offspring that descended from him was two hundred and fifty-one.”
Walett: Isaac Clark.
[2]Walett: Reverend Nathan Stone (Harvard 1726), first minister of Southborough, 1730-1781. Sibley, VIII, 99-105.