they have just brought me. If you ever have an Alderney cow within reach, cut off its tail, and have it mounted in silver: you will be surprised at its beauty.
Your feathers are written for, up the country; the birds in these parts do not grow them, but I have seen samples of them, and they are very pretty. I wonder whether this will find you in England. I cannot write more, for the ‘Perfect’ sails to-morrow, and I must get one or two more letters done. God bless you, dear! When once you get to England, how you must write.
I am dreadfully perplexed as to whom I ought to address in your family, because I am in a fright for fear and should be at all remiss in their letters, which are very valuable; and yet, as for spinning three answers to the same family out of my exhausted brain, it is totally impossible—the largest spiders, such as we grow here, could not do it.
