February 15th, 1793.

My dear Madam,

The Good Intent, Captain Buckle, affords me the opportunity of sending you the foregoing Journal, which I fear you will think very insipid, but every day produces such a sameness that really there is not subject for high seasoning even a common epistle, and you will allow journalizing still more difficult; however, to avoid tautological writing, as much as possible, I skipped over several days at a time, which of course you will have observed, but after all, it is so dry, that I am almost ashamed to send it to you, and am determined in future to have recourse to my old epistolary mode.

My dinner on the 21st of January will somewhat puzzle you at first, and lest you may not at once hit upon what occasioned it, I must acquaint you I have changed the name of Falconbridge for one a little shorter under which I beg to subscribe myself,

Yours sincerely, &c. &c.