January 29, 1750

1750 January 29 (Monday).  In the Morning early walk’d up to Mr. Blakes to Send another Letter per Mr. Whipple to my wife, but he was gone.  I took Cold by walking in the wet Streets — din’d at Mr. Cowels[1] — felt but poorly, yet visited divers Friends — Elder Cheever[2] etc.  Lodg’d at Brother Parkman’s.  N.B. I remember the wormwood and the gall of this Day, 14 Years since.

[1]Parkman’s niece, Elizabeth, married Peam Cowell of Boston.

[2]Joshua Cheever, a deacon of the New North Church.