taken by soldiers to the guard house, which was a very filthy place; thinking I suppose, and even calling us, pirates.  Soon some friends came to see me.  Mr. Cotton, who resides there brought us in some soup.  Mr. Isaac W. Lord, of Boston, my merchant, came with Captain Tate, who sent immediately to the governor; for I would not show my papers to any one else.  He came about sunset, and after examining Manuel my Spanish fellow prisoner, and my papers, said to be, giving me the papers, “Captain, you are at liberty.”  I was kindly invited by Captain Matthew Rice, of schooner Galaxy, of Boston, to go on board his vessel, and live with him during my stay there.  This generous offer I accepted, and was treated by him with the greatest hospitality; for I was hungered and he gave me meat, I was athirst and he gave me drink, I was naked and he clothed me, a stranger and he took me in.  He likewise took Manuel and my three men for that night.  Next day Mr. Lord rendered me all necessary assistance in making my protest.  He had heard nothing from me until my arrival.  I was greatly disappointed in not finding Mr. Bracket, and requested Mr. Lord to give him all needful aid if he should come there.  To Captain Carnes, of the schooner Hannah, of Boston, I would tender my sincere thanks, for his kindness in giving me a passage to Boston, which I gladly accepted.  To those gentlemen of Trinidad, and many captains of American vessels, who gave me sea clothing, &c., I offer my cordial gratitude.

I am fully of the opinion that these ferocious pirates are linked in with many inhabitants of Cuba; and the government in many respects appears covertly to encourage them.

It is with heartfelt delight, that, since the above narrative was written, I have learned that Mr. Bracket and his companions are safe; he arrived at Port d’Esprit, about forty leagues east of Trinidad.  A letter has been received from him, stating that he should proceed to Trinidad the first opportunity.—­It appears that after reaching the wreck, they found a boat from the shore, taking on board some of the Exertion’s cargo, in which they proceeded to the above place.  Why it was not in his power to come to our relief will no doubt be satisfactorily disclosed when he may be so fortunate as once more to return to his native country and friends.

I felt great anxiety to learn what became of Jamieson, who, my readers will recollect, was detained on board the Spanish brig Prudentee near Trinidad.  I heard nothing from him, until I believe eighteen months after I reached home, when I received a letter from him, from Montego Bay, Jamaica, informing me that he was then residing in that island.  I immediately wrote to him, and invited him to come on to the United States.  He accordingly came on passenger with Captain Wilson of Cohasset, and arrived in Boston, in August, 1824.  Our meeting was very affecting.  Trying scenes were brought up before us; scenes gone forever, through which we had passed together, where