LETTER NINETEEN.
London,
My Dear Father,
I thank you for the seeds, and for the sovereign you sent me. I am afraid you must have put yourself to great inconvenience to send me the money. I hope I shall soon be able to return it tenfold.
We shall soon be gone now. In two or three hours we shall be on the river, and in a few days we shall be on the open sea. I shall often read your kind letter on the Atlantic and Indian Oceans, and think of you and my poor beloved mother. I again thank you most sincerely, and must now wish you farewell. Farewell, beloved parents, farewell.
Your affectionate son,
Give my love to my dear, dear mother, and Clarinda's love to her and to all.
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