Friday, 20 November, 1829

Have visited an old lady who gave me a mournful tale of woe. Her name was Brannon. Her husband had been put in prison for debt by a Mr. B. Clemmons, considered to be a wealthy merchant. Clemmons took the advantage of this old man while he (Brannon) was intoxicated. The old lady found out she was to be stripped of every specie of property by Clemmons and having a Negro or two given to her by her grandfather, she had them sent to Virginis, and Clemmons confined the old man in prison. He has now been there for eighteen months. I hope you will never be guilty of first inducing a man to do wrong and then force him to prison for that very error. It is monstrous injustice.