Arrived last evening at Falmouth, and procured a new place to lodge at,
Mrs. Euston's. Quincy and I have taken a bed together. My brother Neg
Freeman came to pay his respects to me and to invite me to a bed in his
house; but I was fixed before, and therefore thanked him and excused
myself. It is a very neat house where we sleep. The desk and table shine
like mirrors. The floors are clean and white and nicely sanded, etc.
But when shall I get home? This tedious journey will produce me very
little profit. I never saw Falmouth before with such lean expectations
and empty pockets. I am much concerned for my family. These Acts of
Parliament and ministerial manoeuvres will injure me both in my
property and business as much as any person whatever in proportion.