Dear Waters,
As the Vesta is to sail to morrow for Bermuda, I take the opportunity of sending you a few lines to say we are still jogging on in the old way and we are all extremely dull and not a prize to be met with.
We have heard by the Vesta of the capture of Gaudaloupe. The Army was a week taken it and lost about 500 men.
I suppose by this time you are nearly tired of Ireland. We expect to return the latter end of March, until which time I wish every happiness that Ireland can afford.
I remain,
Yours sincerely
Jas Le Vesconte.
Excuse this miserable scrawl. Adieu.
[Note: This letter is one of several written to Thomas Waters Sr. by his former messmates while he was serving as Commandant of Forces on Ireland Island, Bermuda. Any references to “Ireland” really mean Ireland Island.]