
          the cabin.


 Liverpool. Tuesday Morning. 30 Novr. [November]


 Last night, at 12 o'clk. we landed safely,
 after a very heavy gale of wind, in the
 Channel, & it's [sic] consequent discomforts.
 I, for one, was quite well, tho' many others
 were greatly the reverse. We met with
 so sort of accident, & have every reason
 to be thankful. Behold one, then, at
 home, but homeless! Alone-- tho' in
 the land of my fathers! But I must
 not allow myself, in such reflections,
 now, as I have much to do here (in
 a small way) & go up to London
 this afternoon. I beg you to present
 my earnest love to all of your dear
 household, & believe that I cherish
 a lively, grateful recollection of your,
 and their, continued & unvarying goodness 
 to me during the best years of my life.
 I have no time to write the Grays
 now-- please, therefore, to inform
  
        