July 29. god good to me and mine in many outward mercies, my dear wife , and Jack , ill but I hope its but a distemper no rooted illness, god gave us sweet showers, and some wind but he holds it at present in, this corner begins to feel the quakers(,) some of their heads its said are among us, the lord be our refuge; an infallible spirit once granted them what lies may they not utter, and what delusions may not poor man be given up unto, lord I see trials, let me be fitted for them, and saved through them. thy poor ministry, but precious truths are struck at, arise into the lot of thy inheritance, and maintain it against the strong man, and all his adherents. god was good to me in his word, and I desire to give praise and glory unto him;-