I send you the last report. Who knows!




LETTER XIX.


Amazon, October 8, 1801.

MY DEAREST FRIEND,

I do not expect, although I am writing, that any boat can communicate
with us to-day.

What can be the use of keeping me here? for, I can know nothing such
weather; and, what a change since yesterday! It came on, in one hour,
from the water like a mill-head, to such a sea as to make me very
unwell. If I had gone to make my visit, I could not have got off
again. I rejoice that I did not go.

Until I leave the station, I have no desire to go on shore; for, Deal
was always my abhorrence.

That Parker is a swindler. Langford owed our dear Parker twenty-five
pounds, of which there was no account; but Langford desired his agents
to pay Mr. Parker. Langford requested, that he would wait two or three
months, as it would be more convenient to him. To which the other
agreed--"Aye, as long as you please." He got one pound eleven