Mrs.Concanen has a very sweet voice, and her husband has learnt to accompany it on the guitar, so that altogether we spend very pleasant evenings.
"July 21st, 22nd, 23rd .-- The weather is still beautiful, and the breeze steady.

Last night, at about six in the evening, it freshened up, and we ran all night under reefed topsails in expectation of a squall; but nothing came of it.

I trust the wind will last, not only because it brings me nearer home, but also because without it the heat would be intolerable.

The mention of home leads me to say that Mrs.Concanen was most sympathetic when I spoke of Margery.

It is good to be able to talk of my wife to this kind creature, and she is so devoted to her husband that she plainly finds it easy to sympathise.