on second thought he thinks the sum too small, and the weather which is rising to a gale too rough the rain is falling in torrents, I am writing this in the end room at the East or Boudoir much as I enjoy a residence here I feel being a prisoner to some extent there is no exit from an Island in mild weather. Friday - 27 - Reading Judge Cockburns essay on martial law. Still blowing a fresh gale and rain, Native vesselsstill wind bound