1738 February 2 (Thursday). I cannot but remember the Wormwood and the Gall of the Funeral Day Two years agoe[1] and Desire my Soul may still be humbled with me. But God has turned the mourning of the Day (Day Two years agoe) into rejoicing and my sorrow into Gladness. But O that I may neither forget the Blessing enjoyed in my Dear Molly, nor the holy, Severity of the most high in So Sorely and grievously bereaving me of her! [Illegible] Storm of Snow. Clear’d Somewhat when it was towards Evening.
[1]The first Mrs. Parkman died Jan. 29, 1736.