Fearing least you should be uneasy about me, as the Weather has been very Stormy; I think it well to inform you, that we are still kept here by contrary Winds: There is Hopes of our sailing at high Water this Afternoon, but there is no certainty: The Weather is become fair—and the Wind much abated but still contrary. The Post is near setting off, and this Place furnishes nothing worth communicating. Believe me ever, with sincere Respect and Affection, Your most dutiful Grandson