On Friday September 1st. I started again in the Steam Boat and arrived at home on
Saturday evening to settle down comfortably and quietly.
Six weeks passed and it seemed as if Heaven to compensate me for my sufferings on
the journey, had decided upon allotting me a share of pleasure mounting as near to
perfect happiness as can be possible in our world. But my days were quietly passed
with but little stir, and I have nothing to relate of them. Days of prosperity with
an individual as with a nation afford but little matter for writing. I studied hard,
wrote much, played billiards, felt independent of all care, and went to the Theatre.
The company of Johnson Hellen saved me from entire solitude, whilst it produced no
check upon my pleasures.