1767 November 13 (Friday). Temple finishes swingling my last years Flax, which being so much rotted, wastes away exceedingly. P.M. John and he plow in Rye at the Cook field. Mr. Beeton in great Trouble requests me to go to his Children — Nanny and little William grow worse. I went, instructed, warned, charged and prayed there. Hear that Pierpoint Parker grows worse. Miss Hephzibah Ward (at Parkers) taken — and it is feared some other Children are. An awful Providence! May the Lord shew Mercy! We Send for the Marsh Rosemary, from Cambridge or Brookline.