"Pull away, my lads! She is from Old England! A few strokes more, and we shall be aboard! Hurrah for a bellyfull, and news from our friends!" Such were our exhortations to the boat's crew.
A few minutes completed our wishes, and we found ourselves on board the 'Lady Juliana' transport, with two hundred and twenty-five of our countrywomen whom crime or misfortune had condemned to exile.

We learned that they had been almost eleven months on their passage, having left Plymouth, into which port they had put in July, 1789.

We continued to ask a thousand questions on a breath.

Stimulated by curiosity, they inquired in turn; but the right of being first answered, we thought, lay on our side.
"Letters, letters!" was the cry.

They were produced, and torn open in trembling agitation.