Since this time twelvemonth I have been a voyage to Australia and back: seen Sydney and Botany Bay, and my brethren the convicts; done a little in the mercantile way: speculated in gin and 'baccy on my own account, and helped the captain.

Came home as first mate of the 'Fair Weather,' and had enough of tailoring in the worst voyage I ever made.

We were almost wrecked more than once, and almost starved for the last month, owing to the time the leaky old hulk took in the voyage.

When we landed in Plymouth we had a spree, as you may suppose, and soon spent most of our money.

I and a messmate were to travel together as far as Swansea, so we just saved money enough to pay our way, and enjoyed ourselves with the rest; but, as ill luck would have it, we fell in with a poor Welsh woman, who had come to Plymouth in the hope of meeting her husband, and being disappointed, and having spent all her money, she didn't know how to get back to her home again.
Of course we couldn't leave a fellow-countrywoman in distress, so we gave her what we had: enough to pay her journey home, and a few shillings over.