UNCLE IN ENGLAND. 237 



in South America, there is a spring of naphtha, 

 which spreads itself on the waves, and frequently 

 inflames. 



When we reached the inn, we found that my 

 aunt and Mary had bought some beautiful speci- 

 mens of the green stone of Anglesea : it is called 

 Mona marble, and is veined something like the 

 verd-antique ; but my uncle says it is not marble, 

 but a species of serpentine ; and that, like the 

 green serpentine of Ireland, there is so much 

 mica in it, that large pieces will not take an even 

 polish . 



I had intended to have given you some descrip- 

 tion of the great causeway which has been made 

 to connect the little island of Holyhead, with the 

 great island of Anglesea ; but my uncle is waiting 

 to enclose this to London, and my aunt is almost 

 out of patience at my not going to bed, as we are 

 to embark very early in the morning. 



I must, therefore, abruptly conclude though 

 this is my last English letter. Oh ! when shall 

 I again embrace you and dear Marianne ! 



Your ever affectionate 



BERTHA MONTAGUE. 



