1772 November 13 (Friday). A great storm of Rain. In the morning Suse seems refreshed with her Anodyne. But she is very weak and low. P.M. 4 o’Clock she is very bad. She tells her Mother, she thinks she shall soon leave us: and she looks as if Death was nigh. She desires me to go aside and pray for her. We are in Distress and our Hearts wounded. I cry to God most high — to God who performs all things for us! O that God would vouchsafe to hear our Ardent supplications! But may God prepare us for His own sovereign Will! We are waiting the important Event. Dr. Pitcher has been here daily. Dr. Perry of Dartmouth is now sent for, as is Dr. Toby, but though we sit up till late, yet they do not come. I write by one Ward Nye of Douglass, to my Son Breck, how very low his sister is.