SIR JAMES BROOKE, K.C.B. a
himself not, and the inhabitants keep quietly in their houses. You describe your evening employ in August last. Here I am on this 10th day of January, seated alone at an open window. Time 1 p. m. The sun gleams out by fits and starts, a pleasant breeze shakes the plantain trees close to me, and they whisper a gentle musicathe air is coolathe thermometer stands at 82A. From my seat I glance with pride over my well-filled book-shelves, or turn my eyes upon the soft green without ; roses, and jessamine, chumpaka, and tenangee (flowers sweet-scented, you know not), the produce of the garden, are placed on the table, and throw their odours around. This is the 10th January, I am seated alone, my letter draws to a close ; and then I get into my boat and cross over to the opposite side of the river, to transact business in office and in court.
Shall we (you ask) see you soon in England. I reply,aIf the ministers think my presence necessary or advisable, before they place me in charge of a new settlement, of course I shall return. If not, I remain till I feel quite sure I may absent myself for a year, without injury or risk to Sarawak.
How glad I should be to enter the green gate un-perceived, knock at the door, enter the parlour, and see you all stare at the old way-worn weather-beaten stranger.