CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. lxxili 
urgent entreaty, taken myself off to a warmer cli- 
mate. Iwas bled eight times, and I lived for six 
weeks on little more than white bread and tea. It 
was during my stay in the United States that I was 
fortunate enough to make the acquaintance of Mr. 
Ord of Philadelphia, that excellent naturalist, and 
elegant biographer of poor Wilson the ornithologist. 
In 1825, the dismally bleak and cold weather 
which we experienced in the Channel was much 
against me;.and my old foe, an affection of the 
lungs, made its appearance, and seemed determined 
to have its own way. The late much lamented 
Doctor Gilby of Wakefield grappled with it for six 
months, and at last succeeded in restoring me. to 
perfect health, which I have enjoyed ever since. 
In 1829, I became the happiest man in the world ; 
but it pleased Heaven to convince me that all feli- 
city here below is no more than a mere illusive 
transitory dream; and I bow submissive to its 
adorable decrees. I am left with one fine little boy, 
-who “looks up to me for light ;’ and I trust that I 
-shall succeed in imparting it to him; for my sister, 
Mrs. Carr, and her invaluable husband, together 
with his aunts, Miss Edmonstone, and Miss Helen 
Edmonstone, know no bounds in their affection for 
him, and in their good offices to myself, who stand 
so much in need of them. 
Since the year 1825, I have not been in the trans- 
atlantic forests, but have merely sauntered from 
time to time in Belgium, in Holland, and in Ger- 
many, with my above-mentioned sisters-in-law. I 
was in Belgium during the revolution for real liberty 
