I have now to speak of the greatest event in my eventful history, being no less than of my arrival in New York, and of the great things which were done for me on that occasion. Hitherto, saving in the small matters rehearsed in the foregoing pages, I may say I had been but as a bird in the nest. For nearly thirteen years I had sat on my hunkers in the puddock hair, under the wing of a kind parent, eating the worms and crumbs which Providence gave him, in the wherewithal with which he fed me. And though I was at last strengthened to an ability that enabled me to jump out upon the household boughs, and to pick and carol in companionship, who ever thought that my wings were feathered for such an eagle's flight as a sweep across the wide Atlantic?

Here were my brother and I in a new world; two inexperienced young men, with scarcely a crown remaining of all the pound which our loving father had bestowed upon us, with the tear in his eye, and his blessing. It is true, like Adam and Eve, when driven out of the garden of Eden, we had Providence for our guide, as that solemn sounding gong of the Gospel, the mighty John Milton, bears testimony; but we were worse off, for they had the world all before them where to choose: we had no choice.

I say we scarcely had a crown remaining; we had but three shillings and sixpence; for with all our frugality, and notwithstanding our well-plenished ark, we had several items of necessaries to buy from the ship's steward, by which our pound was cast into a consumption. But an encouraging spirit inspired our bosoms, and in our fortunes we feared none ill.

It was on the l6th of June, Anno Domini 1794, about ten o’clock a.m., that our ship came to anchor opposite the city.