Cold. 14° below zero at my house. Much colder elsewhere,
especially in New Hampshire and Vermont. 38 in Montpelier and in some other
places. Rode over to Cambridge. Asked a boy about a poor woman who is dying of
consumption. He knew her and told me she had been burnt out (of the old Porter
Tavern) and was living near. He jumped on my horse and rode him up and down the
road while I went in and found the poor woman. She was overjoyed at seeing me,
and laughed and cried by turns.
SOURCE: William Lawrence, Life of Amos A. Lawrence:
With Extracts from His Diary and Correspondence, p. 152
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