1752 September 17 (Sunday). Nobody to preach Still. How Melancholly, how Solitary! They read at the Meeting House Dr. Watts on Rom. 1.16.[1] Mrs. Tainter and Mary Biglo dine here. My hand exceeding full of Pain. At Night I put on a (Ninth) Blister.
[1][Additional note: “A Rational Defence of the Gospel,” Sermon XV, XVI, XVII in Sermons on Various Subjects, Divine and Moral: with a Sacred Hymn Suited to Each Subject (5th ed., 2 vols.; London: Printed for E. Matthews, R. Ford, and R. Hett, 1734), 1:302-58.]