THE PELEW ISLANDS. 
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At the hour of refl he was fhewn by Mr. M. Wilson up 
to his chamber, where, for the firft time, he faw a four-poft 
bed; he could fcarce conceive what it meant—he jumped 
in, and jumped out again ; felt and pulled alide the cur- 
tains ; got into bed, and then got out a fecond time, to 
admire its exterior form. At length, having become ac¬ 
quainted with its ufe and convenience, he laid himfelf 
down to deep, faying, that in England there was a houfe 
for every thing . 
It was not, I believe, more than a week after his arrival, 
when I was invited, by my late valued friend Robert Rash- 
leigh, Efq 0 to dinner, where Captain Wilson, and his 
young charge, were expected.— Lee Boo then polfelfed but 
very little Englij ,£, yet, between words and adtion, made him¬ 
felf tolerably underftood, and feemed to comprehend the 
greater part of what was faid to him, efpecially, having the 
Captain by him to explain whatever he did not clearly com¬ 
prehend.— He was dreft as an Englijhman , excepting that 
he wore his hair in the fafhion of his country; appeared to 
be between nineteen and twenty years of age, was of a 
middling ftature, and had a countenance fo ftrongly marked 
with fenlibility and good-humour, that it inftantly preju- 
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diced every one in his favour; and this countenance was 
enlivened by eyes fo quick and intelligent, that they might 
really be faid to announce his thoughts and conceptions 
without the aid of language. 
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