I have neither time nor room to give the details of that South American expedition.  I have no right to.  There were revolutions accomplished in those days without any object in the world’s eyes; and, even in mine, only serving to sell certain cargoes of long cloths and flour.  The details of those outbreaks now told would make some patriotic presidents tremble in their seats; and I have no right to betray confidence at whatever rate I purchased it.  Usually, indeed, my feats and Singleton’s were only obtaining the best information and communicating the most speedy instructions to Mr. Wentworth’s vessels, which were made to move from port to port with a rapidity and intricacy of movement which none besides us two understood in the least.  It was in that expedition that I travelled almost alone across the continent.  I was, I think, the first white man who ever passed through the mountain path of Xamaulipas, now so famous in all the Chilian picturesque annuals.  I was carrying directions for some vessels which had gone round the Cape; and what a time Burrows and Wheatland and I had a week after, when we rode into the public square of Valparaiso shouting, “Muera la Constitucion,—­Viva Libertad!” by our own unassisted lungs actually raising a rebellion, and, which was of more importance, a prohibition on foreign flour, while Bahamarra and his army were within a hundred miles of us.  How those vessels came up the harbor, and how we unloaded them, knowing that at best our revolution could only last five days!  But as I said, I must be careful, or I shall be telling other people’s secrets.

The result of that expedition was that those thirteen vessels all made good outward voyages, and all but one or two eventually made profitable home voyages.  When I returned home, the old gentleman received me with open arms.  I had rescued, as he said, a large share of that fortune which he valued so highly.  To say the truth, I felt and feel that he had planned his voyages so blindly, that, without some wiser head than his, they would never have resulted in anything.  They were his last, as they were almost his first, South American ventures.  He returned to his old course of more methodical trading for the few remaining years of his life.  They were, thank Heaven, the only taste of mercantile business which I ever had.  Living as I did, in the very sunshine of Mr. Went worth’s favor, I went through the amusing farce of paying my addresses to Julia in approved form, and in due time received the old gentleman’s cordial assent to our union, and his blessing upon it.  In six months after my return, we were married; the old man as happy as a king.  He would have preferred a little that the ceremony should have been performed by Mr. B——­, his friend and pastor, but readily assented to my wishes to call upon a dear and early friend of my own.

Harry Barry came from Topsham and performed the ceremony, “assisted by Rev. Mr. B.”

G.H.