Letters from an Exile at Botany Bay

Embracing the opportunity of a returning vessel, I would waft you, from
this place, a second testimonial of my insuperable attachment and
remembance. My first letter per the Atlantic, I hope you have received
before; but should it be otherwise, after speaking to the present state
of my mind, I shall hastily recapitulate its principal contents.

In my saddest hours, and God knows there are many of them, I have
observed you are then most busy with my memory. Melancholy's sombre
shadow louring over my...