Next, lend me five pounds.

Next, send me down, as quick as possible, five pounds' worth of decent drugs, as per list; and--if you can borrow me one--a tolerable microscope, and a few natural history books, to astound the yokels here with: for I was shipwrecked here last night, after all at a dirty little west-country port, and what's worse, robbed of all I had made at the diggings, and start fair, once more, to run against cruel Dame Fortune, as Colston did against the Indians, without a shirt to my back.

Don't be a hospitable fellow, and ask me to come up and camp with you.

Mumpsimus's and all old faces would be a great temptation: but here I must stick till I hear of my money, and physic the natives for my daily bread." To his father he wrote thus, not having the heart to tell the truth:-- "_To_ EDWARD THURNALL, Esq., M.D., _Whitbury_.
"My Dearest Old Father--I hope to see you again in a few weeks, as soon as I have settled a little business here, where I have found a capital opening for a medical man.

Meanwhile let Mark or Mary write and tell me how you are--and for sending you every penny I can spare, trust me.