LETTERS. 89 
" We did not arrive here till noon this day, 
after a most tempestuous passage of forty-nine 
hours, with the wind directly contrary the whole 
way. Yet notwithstanding that vexatious cir- 
cumstance, hard boards, aching bones in conse- 
quence, together with passing two nights almost 
without closing my eyes, — let me but be blessed 
with the cheering influence of Hope, and I have 
spirit to undertake anything. The plaid was 
a most comfortable thing to me . I wrapped it 
round my head. At the mouth of the river, 
this morning, we met a small open fishing-boat, 
into which I got, as I was told I should, by that 
means, arrive two hours sooner than I should 
otherwise have done ; and as the sea was very 
high, every wave washed over me, and I had a 
complete wetting. On my arrival, I found poor 
Henry had sailed two days ago. I regret I did 
not come in time to see him, but I rejoice to find 
he went off in good spirits ; and his last words 
mentioned Peter ! I have been myself to secure 
a place in the mail-coach, and hope to be by 
ten o'clock to-night on my road to (may I not 
hope ?) the completion of all my earthly happi- 
ness. Mr. Southcote, whom I passed at sea, 
will inform you that the pardon went down to 
the King at Weymouth some days ago. May 
we not, then, encourage a hope that I shall find 
all our misfortunes at an end ? When I was 
tempted to repine at the winds, I remembered 
that they were favourable for Henry ; I reflected 
on Peter's sufferings, and was content. Adieu, 
my dearest mamma, and sisters ! God bless you 
all ! In your prayers for our beloved and ex- 
