[undated copy.] Dear Dr. Wilson, I am determined not to lose an opportunity of writing you by this mail, in case you may be still at Wanganui, when it arrives, although I am in hopes you and Mrs. Wilson are, by this time, safely embarked on your New Plymouth voyage. Indeed, I so fully expected you, with the late favourable winds, that I had the men already engaged, and Capt. King's carts bespoke, to move you out at once, and place Mrs. Wilson in possession of my little cottage, till you have time to look round you; and I am certain if we had you once here, the Rheumatism would soon be cured in this good weather, by a little exercise in your garden; where I have, at present, a man employed planting potatoes, who tells me the land is so rich that it would be needless to manure it this year. Unfortunately the bank in which I calculated to have the seeds, was sown with wheat; and the party from whom I made the purchase, has allowed me the crop of the acre joined to my own land, which I am to retain, I am therefore tilling a portion of that acre for your garden, and intend to have a sufficiency of vegetables in my own, to make up for any you