I shall write a longer letter by the Nestor, Bird, which is the next ship. This comes by the Lively, Kidd,--only to inform you that I arrived here safe and well. Pray communicate the same, with my love and duty, to my dear parents and relations, not forgetting Deborah and Darius at Porkington, and Uriah at Pigstead. The same to Mrs. Pugh, the opener,--Mr. Sexton, and the rest of my clerical friends. I have no commissions at present, except to beg that you will deliver the enclosed, which I have written at Mr. Pompey’s dictation, to his old black fellow servant, at Number 45, Portland Place. Ask for Agamemnon down the area. If an opportunity should likewise offer of mentioning in any quarter that might reach administration, the destitute state of our Barbarian steeples, and belfries, pray don’t omit; and if, in the mean time, you could send out even a set of small handbells, it might prove a parochial acquisition as well as to me, Dear Jedidiah, Your faithful Friend and fellow Clerk, HABAKKUK CRUMPE. P.S.--I send Pompey’s letter open, for you to read--You will see what a strange herd of black cattle I am among [THE ENCLOSURE.] I say, Aggy!-- You remember me?--Very well.--Runaway Pompey, somebody else. Me Governor’s Pompey. You remember? Me carry out Governor’s piccaninny a walk. Very well. Massa Amen and me write this to say the news. Barbadoes all bustle. Nigger-mans do nothing but talkee talkee. [_Pompey’s right, Jedidiah._] The Bishop is come. Missis Bishop. Miss Bishop--all the Bishops. Very well. The Bishop come in one ship, and him wigs come out in other ship. Bishop come one, two, three, weeks first. [_It’s too true, Jedidiah._] Him say no wig, no Bishop. Massa Amen, you remember, say so too. Very well. Massa Amen ask me everything about nigger-man, where him baptises in a water. [_So I did._] Me tell him in the sea, in the river, any wheres abouts. You remember. Massa Amen ask at me again, who ’ficiates. Me tell him de Cayman. [_What man, Jedidiah, could he mean?_] Very well. The day before the other day Bishop come to dinner with Governor and Governess, up at the Big House. You remember,--Missis Bishop too. Missis Bishop set him turban afire at a candle, and me put him out. [_With a kettle of scalding water, Jedidiah._] Pompey get nothing for that. Very well. [Illustration: “BY GUM HIM TURBAN AFIRE.”]