I wrote a long letter to each Victor and N. Berthoud on the 27 February, but not a word from either of them as yet reached me. I was quite shocked to see thy last letter of the 8th of January without the print of thy new Seals, I am quite frightened at thy watch not having reachd thee, yet I hope every new Letter will bring me better tidings. I now collecting Letters from all my Friends here and will have God knows enough of them. I only hope I may soon be in a _regular way_ of making a _comfortable living for ourselves all_: All the papers and books I send thee mention my name. My work is lookd upon as unrivalled in any Country, I will soon know how it will pay.—I can only add that I will write to thee from all the places I visit==Let Victor have a copy of this==Collect all kinds of Curiosities whatever==try to send or bring with thee but send first if Possible Live Birds of hardy kinds such as _Blue Jays_ by THEMSELVES. Red Birds Do. red wingd Starling Do, Partridges &c &c.—present my humble respects to Mr & Mrs Johnsons and remembrances to good Friend bourgeat—try to send me an account of the growing of Cotton from A to Z, written by an able Planter—I wish thee to make regular memorandums thyself respecting all about Habits & Localities &c &c.==thou wilst scarce believe that this day there [are] in many places 16 feet of snow. the weather has been tremendous—yet with all this no Invitation is ever laid aside and the other _evening_ I went to _Diner_ in a Hackny Coach drawn by 4 Horses, and to church on Sunday last in a Sedan chair to hear the famous Sidney Smith, curious diferences of manners here I assure thee. I have seen and know personally all the great men of Scotland and many of England. What a curious interesting book a Biographer—well acquainted with my Life could write, it is still more wonderfull and extraordinary than that of my Father!