riding up to the door; and on their coming in, we found them to be the young Doctor Clark, of Boston, a son of the old Newbury physician, and a Doctor Benjamin Thompo the whipping-post, the wench will cry out against me as her accomplice.
Doctor Clark said his friend Doctor Thompson had written a long piece on this untoward stwere fain to tell her the cause of our mirth, which was indeed ill-timed.
Doctor Clark spake of Mr. Ward's father, the renowned minister at Ipswich, whose book of le in her neighborhood.
Doctor Thompson left this morning, but his friend Doctor Clark goes with us to Newbury.
Rebecca found in her work-basket, after he had gon; No Spring revive thy wasted flowers, Nor Summer warm thy frozen heart.”
Doctor Clark, on hearing this read, told Rebecca she need not take its melancholy to hearo himself.
Newbury, December 6.
We got back from Haverhill last night, Doctor Clark accompanying us, he having business in Newbury.
When we came up to the door