of American worship than on Sunday last, the sermon being rather eloquent, and containing something more like religion. Sunday commences here on the Saturday eve; or, at any rate, ends at sunset on the following eve. Taught three of my fellow boarders, (revenue captains,) good manners. They were all standing spread out before the fire, to the complete exclusion of all around. I reached two or three chairs for them. They all took the hint, and were immediately seated at a fit distance from the fire, while all the rest of the company seemed greatly amused by the silent lecture which John Bull had so smartly given them.
12th.—Left the good Yankee town of Boston, {36} this morning, full of blessings on it and America, but scarcely hoping to find another Boston, where I wished a longer stay, because people of all ranks and colours are so generally disposed to please and be pleased. Left behind me a letter of thanks to Captain Martyn of Cape Ann, who so generously snatched me out of the vile and starving Ruthy, and kept and conveyed me well and safely so many miles, without charging or wishing to charge a single cent. At nine, a. m. got under weigh on board the packet schooner, Swiftsure, for Charleston, S. C. about 1,000 miles passage. Met seven comical fellow passengers, besides a country-woman of mine, Miss Jane Compere, an ancient maid, who states that all emigrants with whom she is acquainted, are disappointed; but that they settle in an unfit neighbourhood. She is going to her reverend brother, a missionary, living at Bethel town. I learn from her that the Rev. Mr. Keeling, late of Woburn, Bucks, Old England, and known to J. Ingle, the patriarch of Somersham, is now with his wife and children settled in a church near Boston, and likely to succeed. Many of the followers
