7th. Sunday. I have been very much under the influence of fear, this day. For some wise intention of Providence I have been harras’d with such disagreeable feelings that Life was rather a burden to me. In spite of all my endeavours to attain Fortitude and Resignation to whatever happens a fear of future evil has depress’d my spirits.
   I found Mrs Egbert rather worse, and hence arose a degree of anxiety.—The family express’d a wish to have Dr. Rogers call’d in.—somehow or other I have imbibed such a dread of consultations that the name struck me very disagreeably.—I believe this antipathy may be trac’d to Pride, and Ambition to act without the aid of others.
   16th. I heard of an incident really laughable.—One of Debow’s patients had, in the beginning of his complaint, sent for a person who called himself Dr. smith.—This doctor, in the first place, gave the poor fellow an emetic, and then desired him to send for some brandy to bathe him with. But it seems that the doctor had a great partiality for the internal use of such a medicine, and made so free with it that he was obliged to lie down beside his patient. The poor fellow found him a very unruly bed-fellow, for he was almost press’d to death by the doctor.—“For God’s-sake, Doctor, do get up, or I shall

 be jamm’d to death,” cries the patient.—At last he made out to precipitate him to the floor, and there he lay ‘till morning.—He then went out to look for his hat which had fallen out of the window as he lean’d his head on the edge.—The Dr. was dismiss’d because his patient did not like compression in fevers.
   September 1st. A. Tiebout came & was very merry.—I play’d a few tunes and we were both in a merry key. He accompanied me to my shop.—J. Ferguson came in and few jokes & jibes passed.—We heard a cry of “Stop thief.”—Ferguson started up, overset a chair & frightenend my landlady prodigiously.—We ran out, and saw a gentleman collaring a fellow & declaring that his comrade had stolen his hat off his head.—We follow’d on with the crowd, and enter’d the watch-house.—The gentleman desir’d the prisoner would be taken care of, and promised to appear against him in the morning. “At 5 O’clock,” says one of the watchmen.—“At 5!” answer’d the plaintiff; “why I shan’t be up ‘till 9.”—The crowd seemed highly diverted with this affair. The man was next taken to Alderman Furman’s, where I left him pleading his innocence.
   6th. In the evening I took the drops to Van Vleck’s. Heard some music from the young ladies.