Having finished my business, and feeling the lassi- tude and exhaustion incident to its dispatch, I felt that a protracted sea voyage would be both agree- able and beneficial, so instead of embarking for my return on one of the many fine passenger steamers I booked for New York on the sailing vessel Mor- row, upon which I had shipped a large and valuable invoice of the goods I had bought. The Morrow was an English ship with, of course, but little accommo- dation for passengers, of whom there were only myself, a young woman and her servant, who was a middle-aged negress. I thought it singular that a travelling English girl should be so attended, but she afterward explained to me that the woman had been left with her family by a man and his wife from South Carolina, both of whom had died on the same day at the house of the young lady's father in Devonshire--a circumstance in itself sufficiently uncommon to remain rather distinctly in my mem- ory, even had it not afterward transpired in conver- sation with the young lady that the name of the man was William Jarrett, the same as my own. I knew that a branch of my family had settled in South Carolina, but of them and their history I was ignorant.