Yes Fanny may sit down to Breakfast--Where's Ben--The Weather is hot & Ben for enjoyment had stript himself naked--Of every thing but his shirt & Trowsers--Where's Ben--He is not very well, Madam,--This Day says the Colonel after having Prefac'd our Breakfast with a--"God bless us in what we are to recieve"--is our Rye yonder to be mown down; mown down thinks I, do they mow their Grain in Virginia--Yes two Negroes take naked Sythes & mow down the Grain; others are imploy'd in raking it into heaps, but much of it is left--Shall I help you, Mr Fithian, to a Dish of Coffee?--I choose a deep Plate, if you please, Ma'am, & Milk--Our Corn, Madam, in Jersey is inferior to yours in this Province--Or your Cooks, Sir, are less Skilful in managing it--Well, Nancy, I have tuned your Guitar; you are to practice to Day with Priscilla, who is to play the Harpsichord, till twelve o Clock; You can repeat the Verses of the Funeral Hymn?--I can Sir--What, Harry, do you hesitate at that plain Sum in Arithmetical Progression?--_Bob_, attend to your Business--When I am bedizen'd with these clamorous children, sometimes I silently exclaim--Once I was told, now I know I feel how irksome the Pedagoging Scheme is--Fanny--I say, Fanny, dont you hear me, Fanny, and Betsy, sit down--pray, Sir, must I multiply here by 32--Yes, thick-Scull--But Mr Fithian, I dont know how to divide by 5½--Look, Sir, do you see what Mouth's _Harry Willis_ is making?--I can say my Lesson--Buz, Buz--To divide by 5½ you must double both your Dividend & divi[sor]--Half after two we were rung to Dinner; poor _Tasker_, his Fever has continued high since yesterday afternoon, he lies quiet, and asks for nothing--If his Disorder does not abate to night, I shall give him in the morning a dose of "James's Powder"--Will you lend me Jack, he meant my Horse, says Mr Randolph, to ride tomorrow to Captain Cheltons; Yes Mr Randolph, I will oblige Jenny so far. _Fryday 8._