The beloved objects were still in sight, and Lydia I knew was
about that time at St. Hilary, but every wave bore me farther
and farther from them. I introduced what I had to say by
observing that we had now bid adieu to England, and its shores
were dying away from the view. The female part of my audience
were much affected, but I do not know that any were induced to
seek the better country. The Mount continued in sight till five
o'clock, when it disappeared behind the western boundary of the
bay. Amidst the extreme gloom of my mind this day I found great
comfort in interceding earnestly for my beloved friends all over
England. If you have heard from Marazion since Sunday, I should
be curious to know whether the fleet was observed passing....
We are now in the midst of a vast number of transports filled
with troops. It is now certain from our coming here that we are
to join in some expedition, probably the Cape of Good Hope, or
the Brazils; anywhere for me so long as the Lord goes with me.
If it should please God to send me another letter from you,
which I scarcely dare hope, do not forget to tell me as much as
you can about Lydia. I cannot write to her, or I should find the
greatest relief and pleasure even in transmitting upon paper the
assurances of my tenderest love.
Cove of Cork: August 28, 1805.
My dearest Cousin,--I have but a few minutes to say that we are
again going to sea--under convoy of five men of war. Very
anxiously have I been expecting to receive an answer to the
letter I sent you on my arrival at this port, bearing date
August 16; from the manner in which I had it conveyed to the
post-office, I begin to fear it has never reached you. I have
this instant received the letter you wrote me the day on which
we sailed from Falmouth. Everything from you gives me the
greatest pleasure, but this letter has rather tended to excite
sentiments of pain as well as pleasure. I fear my proceedings
have met with your disapprobation, and have therefore been
wrong--since it is more probable you should judge impartially
than myself.
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