Yesterday was as fine for Travell as ever occurred at this season of the Year. -- I reached Ipswich, and lodged, at the House where I used to put up, old Mrs. Treadwells.
This Morning I satt off, in a horrid cold Rain, and after getting wett through all my Coverings, I putt up at our Friend Mr. Tufts's, having no Courage to proceed farther.
Tomorrow Morning, I must proceed. Coll. Doane who was in a stage Coach and his son who was in a close sulky proceeded on, today.
The fashionable Conversation all along the journey is that Goods are fallen and falling in Consequence of calling in the Money. -- am -- &c.
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