1760 May 14 (Wednesday). In a Poor, pained Condition. Put on a Blister. Fear it is Rheumatism that has sized the Vertebers at my Neck. See Mrs. Hale (my wife’s Kinswoman) and grieve with her in her sorrows. They leave us to go to Haverhil. Am so ill I can’t either dine or attend Devotions with my Family. P.M. Cousen Maynard here. Little of planting to Day. Only the Boys plough this afternoon with Capt. Woods Oxen.