ABSTRACT
My Dear Sir, 1 In my last from Madeira of the 18th of Sept. I only had time to let you know we were all well, and that we there met with a very good reception, which is more than I can say of this place, where the Vice Roy has been so infernally cross and ill-natured, as to forbid us to set out feet upon dry land. How mortifying that must be to me and Mr. Banks you best can feel, especially if you suppose yourself within a quarter of a mile of a shore, covered with palms of several sorts, fine large trees and shrubs, whose very blossoms have had such an influence upon us, that we have ventured to bribe people to collect them, and send them on board as greens and sallading for our table.
