the Intemperance of the Climate affects not only all the Cattle, Fruits, and Growths of the Country, but the human Race; and it is rare to see a native reach 50 Years of Age. I have heard from the best Judges, I mean the kind hearted Ladies most in Vogue, that a _Virginian_ is old at 30, as an _Englishman_ is at 60. The Ladies I speak of are well experienced, and for most of them the Public have for peculiar Merit paid the Passage, and honoured with an Order for Transportation on Record. I would not deceive you so have told you the truth; I have not exaggerated, but have omitted many disagreeable Circumstances, such as Thunder Storms, Yellow Fevers, Musketoes, other Vermin, _&c_ with which I shall not trouble you. The Ship is just going." * * * * * "I Sent a Letter to you by Captain _Johnson_ bound for _Bristol_, with a full Account of the Country, by which you will see the Reasons why it will be highly improper for you to buy into the Troops here; I send this by a Ship bound for _London_. "They make here a Division between the Settlements and the Woods, though the Settlements are what we should call very woody in _Europe_. The Face of the Country is entirely different from any Thing I ever saw before; the Fields have not the Appearance of what bears that Name in _Europe_, instead of ploughed Grounds or Meadows, they are all laid out in Hillocks, each of which bears Tobacco Plants, with Paths hoed between. When the Tobacco is green it looks like a Coppice; when pulled the Ground looks more like Hop-Yards than Fields, which makes a very disagreeable Appearance to the Eye. The Indian Corn also, and all their Culture runs upon hilling with the Hoe, and the _Indian_ Corn grows like Reeds to eight or nine Feet high. Indeed in some Parts of the Country Wheat grows, but Tobacco and _Indian_ Corn is the chief.