Both my wife and myself receive our provisions regularly at the store, like all other people.

My opinion of the soil of my farm, is, that it is middling, neither good or bad.

I will be bound to make it do with the aid of manure, but without cattle it will fail.

The greatest check upon me is, the dishonesty of the convicts who, in spite of all my vigilance, rob me almost every night.
The annexed return will show the number of persons of all descriptions at Rose Hill, at this period.

On the morning of the 17th, I went down to Sydney.
Here terminates the transcription of my diary.