As I Grew Up I

I Can Scarcely Manage To Scribble A Tolerable English Letter. I Know That I Am Not A Scholar, But Meantime I Am Aware That No Man Living Knows Better Than I Do The Habits Of Our Birds.

Because My Father Was Often Absent On Naval Duty, My Mother Suffered Me To Do Much As I Pleased

On The 17th Of May, The Delos Put Out To Sea. I Was Immediately Affected With Sea-sickness, Which, However, Lasted But A Short Time. I Remained On Deck Constantly, Forcing Myself To Exercise.

[drawing Should Be] A Journey Of Pleasure. Each Step Must Present To The Travellers' View Objects That Are Eminently Interesting, Varied In Their Appearances, And Attracting To Such A Degree As To Excite In Each Individual Thus Happily Employed The Desire Of Knowing All Respecting All He Sees.

I Wish I Had Eight Pairs Of Hands, And Another Body To Shoot The Specimens.