her service there.—Her appearance bespoke poverty and her breath betray’d her attachment to the bottle—Add these together and what is the result but misery & disease.
  25th. In the afternoon I sat down and finish’d engraving Stanford’s Elephant before I rose.—
Squire Pye drank tea with us.—This old man (72 years) did not hesitate to carry a bag of potatoes along the street. He seem’d to glory in this, for he says “he has pride enough to restrain him from doing a mean action and that is enough.”
   March 9th. There has been a considerable stir among the Mob-ility about the affair of Kettletas who was this day committed to Jail for a publication in the Argus.—They would not suffer him to walk but carried him there in a chair.—A carriage was brought before the City-Hall with the intention of drawing home two of the Members of Assembly who had advocated his cause.—
   As I was going down Broad-way I met the Governor dress’d in his regimentals and sword at his side, who enquir’d if it was true that the people had gather’d round the Mayor’s house.—This not being the case he went ot the City Hall to learn the state of matters.—
   17th. I call’d at Mr. Baker’s, and there a very