The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk GirlCobbold, Richard
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The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk Girl
Cobbold, Richard
Catchpole, Margaret, 1762-1819 -- Fiction
"But I will soon be at work again for you. I have no greater joy
than to be waiting upon you; and everything I get, which I think
will be valuable to you, gives me increased satisfaction. You can
scarcely believe what happiness I experience in devoting any
portion of my time to your service. You are never out of my
thoughts, and always in my prayers. My ideas turn toward you from
every place, and in almost everything I see. When I think of the
troubles and trials you must have, with eighteen children around
you, I wonder you can at all think of me. But, dear lady, I do feel
such an interest about you and your family, that I am thankful
whenever you name any of them; and I was so delighted with your
description of them all! Always tell me about them. I sincerely
desire to know how Miss Anne is, and Miss Harriet, and Miss Sophia.
"Have you any knowledge, my dear lady, of Governor Bligh? Alas! I
have lost a good friend in Governor King. I do think that if a
petition were presented to him in my behalf, so well known as I am
to the late governor, something might be done for me. Every one
tells me that he says my conduct has been so uniformly consistent
and good that I deserve a reward. But it requires friends near the
fountain of mercy to make its stream flow towards such as I. I
should be almost ready to die with joy if a pardon were to come to
me, with permission to return to England. I would then gladly come,
and live and die in your service.
"Since I last wrote to you, I have been living again with Mrs.
Palmer. I sent you, by the ship _Buffalo_, a small case, containing
the skins of the rarest birds found in this country, together with
an opossum, of a dark colour, and very fierce; also a species of
rat, which very much resembles a diminutive hyena. You will find
two large, magnificent birds, called here the mountain pheasant;
they are only like our English bird in size. The plume of feathers
in the tail of the cock bird would form the most graceful ornament
for a queen's head-dress. Two noble feathers, somewhat like a
peacock's, only more brilliant and various in their colours,
surrounded by the most glittering silver lines of curving feathers,
fine as the prairie grass, and sparkling like the waves of the
ocean, ornament the tail of the male bird, whilst the female is
only remarkable for the elegance of her shape, and not for the
beauty of her plumage.
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