is not requisite to give any account of our adventurer previous to his departure from England, or to publish the letters in which he bid his relations farewel—suffice it to say he was brought up as a practical farmer, and that he felt that deep sorrow at a long, and perhaps eternal separation from his country and friends, which became one who was sincerely attached to both from principle and affection. Having taken his passage in a vessel bound for the Swan River and New South Wales, he hurried his goods on board under the assurance that the ship would leave the port of London on an appointed day, but he had the mortification of seeing her remain in dock for several weeks, while his little capital was daily decreasing from the cxpence of his remaining in town. At length, however, the vessel did sail, and shortly afterwards he wrote a hasty letter from Portsmouth, to inform his father of his prosperous voyage hitherto, and that the ship had merely touched there in its way.
Nothing further was heard from him for ten months, and then his anxious friends had the pleasure of receiving the packet of letters from which this Narrative is compiled. They were dated at Freemantle in November, 1829, and as there is a great deal for an emigrant to prepare himself for, besides what he may encounter at the place of his destination, it may neither be useless nor uninteresting to commence the Narrative from the time the ship, in which our adventurer embarked, broke ground from Portsmouth.