In a few days we had another cargo on board, and proceeded down the river on our way to New York.

Being detained as usual at the Inlet, several of the pilots and other inhabitants of Portsmouth came on board, and the ribald jest, the oath, and the dram cup passed freely round.

Cochran's pamphlet was consigned to oblivion.

I was no longer called upon to read passages from the Holy Scriptures.

Solemn looks and serious conversation were voted a bore.