| 2nd of August 1797. His Majesty ship "Providence". Boston. | |
| Dear Prudence! | |
| My words can't describe how heavy my burden has been during these few months. The rough | |
| Sea has delayed our journey back for several days the storm is settling now. And the crew is | |
| Hastingly buying and loading cargo. Unfortunately it requires my presence. so I'll I send this | |
| Letter with the captain of the "Capricorn". The last will of my brother, William, has been a saddening | |
| Task. To try and sell his estate and belongings. his life's toil has grieved me as the | |
| Memories of him come vividly haunting me I miss home. The ways of the new world are not for me, and | |
| Most of all I miss you, I could not believe such hick as I had when i first met you. My endless | |
| Dream is that you could be mine to love, I can only wish, though I think hopelessly, that I could | |
| Make you even partly as happy as I am with you - if only your father would find it in his heart to | |
| Understand our hearts desires over the fact that I am not of noble heir. I wish this voyage of | |
| Grief would be over, I wish I was with you even I'm not at home in the joyous eves, dances and | |
| Masquerades of the court. Hopefully you haven't locked your smile behind the door of your room, | |
| Even when I'm gone. I do hope I am worthy enough to make you smile whence I return, my flame still | |
| Burns for you. | |
| Yours beloving: Antracon |
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