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ties to make, I am fully of opinion, that there are 

 many parts of England where they would live 

 and thrive well, but I do not think they would 

 exist in such parks as produce nothing but fine 

 grass. 



Sunday, August 15, 1779. Most of the people 

 were shamefully intoxicated to-day. I take as 

 much care as possible to prevent these things, but 

 they willjiappen sometimes. 



Friday, August 20, 1779. At one this morning, 

 I was greatly alarmed by one of my people knock- 

 ing at my door, and telling me, that I was taken 

 again; for that a stout ship was at an anchor in 

 Blackguard Bay, and her boat was gone to take 

 possession of my ship. On opening the door, I 

 saw her riding abreast of my house. I immedi- 

 ately ran out, without stocking or shoe, to hide 

 some guns; sending the man to do the same by 

 my plate. On returning to the house for more, 

 I found an officer in possession of it; but he soon 

 relieved me from my fears by informing me, that 

 the ship was his majesty's sloop of war, Marten, 

 commanded by Thomas Durell, Esq. At the same 

 time he delivered me a letter from his captain, 

 and another from John Becher of London Esq. 

 He then returned on board, and I to bed again; 

 but the alarm had put my spirits into such an 

 agitation, that I could not close my eyes. At six 

 o'clock I went on board the Marten to pay my 

 respects to captain Durell; soon after, she got 

 under weigh, and captain Kinloch piloted her into 

 the harbour; where she moored. I shipped two 



