our acquaintance was formed, and since which time, we had never met.  I beheld once more the preserver of my life; the instrument, under Providence, of restoring me to my home, my family, and my friends, and I regarded him with no ordinary emotion.  My family were delighted to see him, and cordially united in giving him a warm reception.  He told me that after we separated in Trinidad, he remained on board the Spanish brig.  The commander asked him and his companions if they would enlist; the Frenchmen replied that they would, but he said nothing, being determined to make his escape, the very first opportunity which should present.  The Spanish brig afterwards fell in with a Columbian Patriot, an armed brig of eighteen guns.  Being of about equal force, they gave battle, and fought between three and four hours.  Both parties were very much injured; and, without any considerable advantage on either side, both drew off to make repairs.  The Spanish brig Prudentee, put into St. Jago de Cuba.  Jamieson was wounded in the action, by a musket ball, through his arm, and was taken on shore, with the other wounded, and placed in the hospital of St. Jago.  Here he remained for a considerable time, until he had nearly recovered, when he found an opportunity of escaping, and embarking for Jamaica.  He arrived in safety at Kingston, and from there, travelled barefoot over the mountains, until very much exhausted, he reached Montego Bay, where he had friends, and where one of his brothers possessed some property.  From this place, he afterwards wrote to me.  He told me that before he came to Massachusetts, he saw the villainous pilot of the Mexican, the infamous Baltizar, with several other pirates, brought into Montego Bay, from whence they were to be conveyed to Kingston to be executed.  Whether the others were part of the Mexican’s crew, or not, I do not know.  Baltizar was an old man, and as Jamieson said, it was a melancholy and heart-rending sight, to see him borne to execution with those gray hairs, which might have been venerable in virtuous old age, now a shame and reproach to this hoary villain, for he was full of years, and old in iniquity.  When Jamieson received the letter which I wrote him, he immediately embarked with Captain Wilson, and came to Boston, as I have before observed.

According to his own account he was of a very respectable family in Greenock, Scotland.  His father when living was a rich cloth merchant, but both his father and mother had been dead many years.  He was the youngest of thirteen children, and being, as he said, of a roving disposition, had always followed the seas.  He had received a polite education, and was of a very gentlemanly deportment.  He spoke several living languages, and was skilled in drawing and painting.  He had travelled extensively in different countries, and acquired in consequence an excellent knowledge of their manners and customs.  His varied information (for hardly any subject escaped him) rendered him a very entertaining companion.  His observations on the character of different nations were very liberal; marking their various traits, their virtues and vices, with playful humorousness, quite free from bigotry, or narrow prejudice.