But Hopes Are Shy Birds Flying At

I Discover That My Friends Think Only Of My Apparel, And Those Upon Whom I Have Conferred Acts Of Kindness Prefer To Remind Me Of My Errors.

I Never For A Day Gave Up Listening To The Songs Of Our Birds, Or Watching Their Peculiar Habits, Or Delineating Them In The Best Way I Could.

On Landing At New York I Caught The Yellow Fever By Walking To The Bank At Greenwich To Get The Money To Which My Father's Letter Of Credit Entitled Me. The Kind Man Who Commanded The Ship That Brought Me From France, Whose Name Was A Common One, John Smith, Took Particular Charge Of Me, Removed Me To Morristown, N. J., And Placed Me Under The Care Of Two Quaker Ladies Who Kept A Boarding - House. To Their Skilful And Untiring Ministrations I May Safely Say I Owe The Prolongation Of My Life.

On The 17th Of May, The Delos Put Out To Sea. I Was Immediately Affected With Sea-sickness, Which, However, Lasted But A Short Time. I Remained On Deck Constantly, Forcing Myself To Exercise.

But Hopes Are Shy Birds Flying At A Great Distance, Seldom Reached By The Best Of Guns.