1751 January 10 (Thursday). My Wife and I design’d to have rid to Marlborough, but a young Dog antickly Seiz’d upon the Lining of the Chair (which was to be set upon Runners) and tore it wholly out of the Back: which exceedingly defac’d it. However we rode over to the widow Newtons[1] and din’d there. Captain Eager[2] there also. At Eve my son Thomas rode over to Robert Cooks — I thought upon Business, but (as I came to understand afterwards) to an House-warming.
[1]The widow of Ensign Thomas Newton.
[2]James Eager of the north precinct.