23rd Dec 1831

In the morning Sullivan, Bynoes and myself shot matches with the rifle for sundry bottles of wine to be paid for and drunk at the Madeira islands. In the evening went with Stokes to a bad concert.

Although I am continually lamenting in the bitterness of my heart against all the long delays and vexations that we have endured, I really believe they have been much to my advantage, for I have thus become broken in to sea habits without having at the same time to combat with the miseries of sickness.

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