nts afterwards. . . ."

"SUFFOLK HOTEL, LOWESTOFT, _Sept._ 21, '69. [Ib.]

"Thank you much for your Letter, which I got last night when I went for
my usual dose of Grog and Pipe.

"Posh came up with his Lugger last Friday, with a lot of torn nets, and
went off again on Sunday. _I thought_ he was wrong to come up, and not
to transmit his nets by Rail, as is often done at 6d. a net. But I did
not say so to him,--it is no unamiable point in him to love _home_: but I
think he won't make a fortune by it. However, I may be very wrong in
thinking he had better _not_ have come. He has made about the average
fishing, I believe: about 250 pounds. Some boats have 600 pounds, I
hear; and some few not enough to pay their way.

"He came up with a very bad cold and hoarseness; and so went off, poor
fellow: he never will be long well, I do think. I was foolish to forget
G. Crabbe's homoeopathic _Aconite_: but I sent off some pills of it to
Grimsby last night. . . ."

"LOWESTOFT, _March_ 2/70. ['Letters,' p. 324.]

". . . Posh has, I believe, gone off to Southwold in hope to bring his
Lugger home. I advised him last night to ascertain first by Letter
whether she _were_ ready for his hands; but you know he will go his own
way, and that generally is as good as anybody's. He now works all day in
his Net-loft; and I wonder how he keeps as well as he is, shut up there
from fresh Air, and among frowzy Nets. But he is in good Spirits; and
that goes some way to keep the Body well, you know. I think he has
mistaken in not sending the Meum and Tuum to the West this Spring, not
because the Weather seems to promise in all ways so much better than last
(for _that_ no one could anticipate), but on account of the high Price of
Fish of any sort; which has been an evident fact for the last six months.
But I have not meddled, nor indeed is it my Business to meddle now. . .
."

"LOWESTOFT, _Wednesday_, _Sept._ 8, '70.
['Letters,' p. 323.]

". . . Indeed, I only write now because I am shut up in my ship by rain,
and so write letters.

"I had a letter from Posh yesterday, telling me he was sorry we had not
'parted Friends.' That he had been indeed '_a little the worse_ for
Drink'--which means being at a Public-house half the Day, and having to
sleep it off the remainder: having been duly warned by his Father at Noon
that all had been ready for sailing 2 hours before, and all the other
Luggers gone. As Posh could _walk_, I suppose he