1756 January 14 (Wednesday). I was much worse: My Hip was seized with Rheumatism: this nails me to the Bed, to a great Degree. A very rainy Day, yet they bury Mrs. Chaddock. Hear that Deacon William Ward of Southborough is Dead.[1] This is much to be lamented, especially for his aged Fathers sake. A Number of Neighbours were here in the Eve after the foresaid Burial. I was somewhat free in speaking to them of Eternal Things. May God Himself impress all our souls!
[1]Dea. William Ward d. Jan. 12, 1756; Southborough Vital Records, 185.