CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. Ixxiti 



-urgent entreaty, taken myself off to a warmer cli- 

 mate. I was 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, 1 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, 1 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 



