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LETTERS FROM 
of meeting my old and valued friend, Lieu¬ 
tenant B-, who came into this port from 
the Levant in his noble ship the Britannia. 
On the day she arrived we had set out for a 
ramble along the coast to St. George’s Bay, 
but had no sooner mounted the rising ground 
at the back of our house, than casting our 
• eyes seaward, we saw a grand spectacle, which 
entirely altered our plans for that morning. 
At the distance of about a mile from the 
land was the Britannia, followed by several 
other large ships, majestically standing in for 
the harbour’s mouth, with a light breeze, just 
sufficient to fill their white canvass. Having 
returned to the house, and hastily effected a 
slight change in our costume, we ran to Fort 
Tigne, and crossed over to Yaletta, just in 
time to see the ships enter the Grand Har¬ 
bour. We had hoped that the Admiral’s 
ship and some of the batteries in the town 
