_[Hull, June 21, 1795] Sunday Morning._
The captain last night, after I had written my letter to you intended to
be left at a little village, offered to go to ---- to pass to-day. We had
a troublesome sail--and now I must hurry on board again, for the wind has
changed.
I half expected to find a letter from you here. Had you written one
haphazard, it would have been kind and considerate--you might have known,
had you thought, that the wind would not permit me to depart. These are
attentions, more grateful to the heart than offers of service--But why do
I foolishly continue to look for them?
Adieu! adieu! My friend--your friendship is very cold--you see I am
hurt.--God bless you! I may perhaps be, some time or other, independent in
every sense of the word--Ah! there is but one sense of it of consequence.
I will break or bend this weak heart--yet even now it is full.
Yours sincerely
MARY.
The child is well; I did not leave her on board.