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ST JOHN'S RIVER IN FLORIDA.
Soon after landing at St Augustine, in East Florida, I formed acquaintance with Dr Simmons, Dr Pocher, Judge Smith, the Misses Johnson, and other individuals, my intercourse with whom was as agreeable as beneficial to me. Lieutenant Constaxtine Smith, of the United States army, I found of a congenial spirit, as was the case with my amiable, but since deceased friend, Dr Bell of Dublin. Among the planters who extended their hospitality to me, I must particularly mention General Hernandez, and my esteemed friend John Bltlow, Esq. To all these estimable individuals I offer my sincere thanks.
While in this part of the peninsula, I followed my usual avocations, although with little success, it being then winter. I had letters from the Secretaries of the Navy and Treasury of the United States, to the commanding officers of vessels of war of the revenue service, directing them to afford me any assistance in their power; and the schooner Spark having come to St Augustine, on her way to the St John's River, I presented my credentials to her commander Lieutenant Piercy, who readily and with politeness, received me and my assistants on board. We soon after set sail, with a fair breeze. The strict attention to duty on board even this small vessel of war, afforded matter of surprise to me. Every thing went on with the regularity of a chronometer : orders were given, answered to, and accomplished, before they ceased to vibrate on the ear. The neatness of the crew equalled the cleanliness of the white planks of the deck ; the sails were in perfect condition; and, built as the Spark was, for swift sailing, on she went gambolling from wave to wave. I thought that, while thus sailing, no feeling but that of pleasure could exist in our breasts ; but, alas ! how fleeting are our enjoyments. When we were almost at the entrance of the river, the wind changed, the sky became clouded, and, before many minutes had elapsed, the little bark was lying to "like a duck," as her commander expressed himself. It blew a hurricane: — let it blow, reader. At the break of day we were again at anchor within the bar of St Augustine.
Our next attempt was successful. Not many hours after we had crossed the bar, we perceived the star-like glimmer of the hght in the great lantern at the entrance of the St John's River. This was before
