Chapter XCI: Letter LXXXIX: To Mr. L

May 4, 1779.

MY DEAR CHILD,

I AM truly sorry to address this letter to you at this season in the English Channel.--The time considered that you have left us, you ought in all good reason to have been a seasoned Creole of St. Kitt’s;--but we must have patience:--what cannot be cured, must be endured.--I dare believe, you bear the cruel delay with resignation--and make the best and truest use of your time, by steady reflection and writing.--I would wish you to note down the occurrences of every day--to which add your own observation of men and things--the more you habituate yourself to minute investigation, the stronger you will make your mind;--ever taking along with you in all your researches the word of God--and the operations of his divine providence.--Remember, young man--nothing happens by chance.--Let not the levity of frothy wit, nor the absurdity of fools, break in upon your happier principles, your dependence upon the Deity--address the Almighty with fervor, with love and simplicity--carry his laws in your heart--and command both worlds;--but I meant mere fatherly advice, and I have wrote a sermon.--Dear boy, ’tis my love preaches; N---- begged me to write a line for him, as he said you wanted news--I have none but what you know as well as myself--such as the regard and best wishes of Mrs. Sancho--the girls and myself--such as wishing a happy end to your long-protracted voyage--and a joyful meeting with your worthy and respectable family;--and in order to leave room for friend N----, I here assure you I am your affectionate friend,

I. SANCHO.