“Oh gentle sleep
Nature's soft Nurse, how have I frighted thee
That thou no more wilt weigh mine eye lids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness.”1
In the present situation of my health I cannot possibly attend at all to study, and
this circumstance with some others has determined me to spend some weeks, perhaps
some months at Braintree. I spoke for a place in the stage which goes to Boston to-morrow.
No business of consequence done at Court this day. Pass'd part of the evening at Mr.