any account of the Pandora's people, though she must have remained some time at the Cape, where she arrived only two days before the Thames sailed. It is certainly a little surprising that the two other divisions of the Pandora's people, which were then hourly expected, had not arrived at the Cape before the Crown sailed. A paragraph in the Gazetteer of 24th last month, says, several of the crew of the Pandora are brought to Dover by the Swan, a Dutch ship, from Batavia, but I have not seen the account confirmed. I fear it is a premature report. We have, therefore, in addition to our former anxiety, ten thousand dis tracting apprehensions for my dear brother's safety. Permit me, dear Sir, to trespass a little longer on your patience by transcribing a paragraph from Mr. Hayward's letter: "I will therefore take the liberty, my dear young lady, of requesting you to make all possible interest with all your friends, that application be made to his Majesty, so as to be prepared against the most fearful consequences of the impending trial, as I well know that Mr. Bligh's representations to the Admiralty are by no means favourable." This paragraph, my dear Sir, you will readily believe, has alarmed me beyond expression, as we find that, notwithstanding my brother's extreme youth and perfect innocence, (which no one who knew him will for a moment doubt,) he must when the trial takes place be in the most imminent danger. Forgive me, my dear Sir, for

troubling you with this long letter, as it is the subject in which of all others my heart is most deeply interested.

'I am, my dear Sir, with every sentiment of gratitude,

"Your most obliged and affectionate,

'NESSY HEYWOOD.'

On the same day she writes the following letter to her beloved brother:

Isle of Man, 3d June, 1792.

In a situation of mind only rendered supportable by the long and painful state of misery and suspense we have suffered on his account, how shall I address my dear, my fondly-beloved brother!-how describe the anguish we have felt at the idea of this long and painful separation, rendered still more distressing by the terrible circumstances attending it! Oh! my ever dearest boy, when I look back to that dreadful moment which brought us the fatal intelligence that you had remained in the Bounty after Mr. Bligh had quitted her, and were looked upon by him as a mutineer!-when I contrast that day of horror with my present hopes of again beholding you, such as my most sanguine wishes could expect, I know not which is the most predominant sensation,-pity, compassion, and sorrow for your sufferings, or joy and satisfaction at the prospect of their being near a termination, and of once more embracing the dearest object of our affections.

'I will not ask you, my beloved brother, whether you are innocent of the dreadful crime of mutiny; if the transactions of that day were as Mr. Bligh has represented them, such is my conviction of your worth and honour, that I will, without hesitation, stake my life on your innocence. If, on the contrary, you were concerned in such a conspiracy against your commander, I shall be as firmly persuaded his conduct was the occasion of it. But, alas! could any occasion justify so atrocious an attempt to destroy a number of our fellow-creatures? No, my ever dearest brother, nothing but conviction from your own mouth can possibly persuade me that you would commit an action in the smallest degree inconsistent with honour and duty; and the circumstance of your having swam off to the Pandora, on her arrival at Otaheite (which filled us with joy to which no words can do justice), is sufficient to convince all who know you, that you certainly staid behind either by force or from views of preservation.

'How strange does it seem to me that I am now engaged in the delightful task of writing to you! Alas! my beloved brother, two years ago I never expected again to enjoy such a felicity, and even yet I am in the most painful uncertainty whether you are alive. Gracious God, grant that we may be at length blessed by your return! But, alas! the Pandora's people have been long expected, and are not even yet arrived. Should any accident have hap

pened, after all the miseries you have already suffered, the poor gleam of hope with which we have been lately indulged will render our situation ten thousand times more insupportable than if time had inured us to your loss. I send this to the care of Mr. Hayward, of Hackney, father to the young gentleman you so often mention in your letters while you were on board the Bounty, and who went out as third lieutenant of the Pandora, a circumstance which gave us infinite satisfaction, as you would, on entering the Pandora, meet your old friend. On discovering old Mr. Hayward's residence, I wrote to him, as I hoped he could give me some information respecting the time of your arrival, and in return he sent me a most friendly letter, and has promised this shall be given to you when you reach England, as I well know how great must be your anxiety to hear of us, and how much satisfaction it will give you to have a letter immediately on your return. Let me conjure you, my dearest Peter, to write to us the very first moment; do not lose a post; 'tis of no consequence how short your letter may be, if it only informs us you are well. I need not tell you that you are the first and dearest object of our affections. Think, then, my adored boy, of the anxiety we must feel on your account; for my own part, I can know no real joy or happiness independent of you, and if any misfortune should now deprive us of you, my hopes of felicity are fled for

ever.

'We are at present making all possible interest with every friend and connexion we have, to insure you a sufficient support and protection at your approaching trial; for a trial you must unavoidably undergo, in order to convince the world of that innocence, which those who know you will not for a moment doubt. But, alas! while circumstances are against you, the generality of mankind will judge severely. Bligh's representations to the Admiralty are, I am told, very unfavourable, and hitherto the tide of public opinion has been greatly in his favour.

"Tis now time, my dear Peter, to give you some account of our own family. If you have not already heard it, be not too much shocked when I tell you, that we have no longer the blessing of a father. Alas! my beloved Peter, he did not live to hear (and fortunately for himself he did not, for it would have broken his heart) the fatal account of that horrid mutiny which has deprived us of you so long. His severe fits of the gout, and distress of mind from the repeated disappointments he met with, put an end to his existence on the 6th of February, 1790. He died blessing you, and incessantly talked of the pleasure he should feel if he lived till your return. My mamma is at present well, considering the distress she has suffered since you left us; for, my dearest brother, we have experienced a complicated scene of misery from a variety of causes, which, however, when compared