Tuesday morning, six o'clock.
We shall be on our way down the river to join the ship at Gravesend now in an hour or two. Clarinda is rather better this morning than yesterday. We shall sail to-morrow^ but may be six or seven days before we get round the coast to Plymouth, if we have unfavourable winds, and we may get there in two days. You may expect to hear from us in about four months, and again in about a year. The name of the ship is Strathfieldsaye—a queer name, is it not? We have every prospect of a good voyage. I would have had the portrait done when I received your parcel yesterday afternoon, but there was not time, so I hope you will pardon my not doing so. Some of the men at the manufactory have made me little presents, when leaving them, altogether to the amount of more than one pound—not in money, you know—but little articles of their own making, including a very beautiful ivory pocket tablet.
I hope you will enjoy health and unlocked for prosperity till you hear from me again, and till I hear from you, I have not much more time now. If any of you should ever have to come
