Julia Quigley

摘要

Up betimes my husband have some pain of the collique. Home from the Almhouse late, many visits to the house of office [1] where much freedom pissing. I could not sleep for his tumbles. My husband complain the ale be sour, I say he have his fill and we jangle mightily. Presently this went over, and I to breakfast. The bread stale and I have ill opinion of the beef, my mayed in a musty humour, so say naught. Boy from potthouse sent for me, the ffurnace cool. Mighty much concern for soundness of ware, for when a failure happens in the burning, half the men must be turned off. The ffurnace door is broke down, lanterns are set for the drawing of the ware. All is good, sluggs [2] put as one piece by another are straight as before the burning. Bottles and pans of great girth have ketched the salt and shine lustrous. The burning too fierce for three cases only, all within blister like the pox. Many bellarmines, white gorges [3], capuchins [4] and teapots strong and of good colour. The order for the Lamb and Flag complete.