Dr.Scott went to Barcelona to try to get the private letters, but I fancy they are all gone to Paris.

The Swedish and American Consuls told him that the French Consul had your picture and read your letters; and the Doctor thinks one of them, probably, read the letters.

By the master's account of the cutter, I would not have trusted an old pair of shoes in her.

He tells me she did not sail, but was a good sea-boat.

I hope Mr.Marsden will not trust any more of my private letters in such a conveyance: if they choose to trust the affairs of the public in such a thing, I cannot help it." While he was on this station, the weather had been so unusually severe that he said the Mediterranean seemed altered.