LETTER TWELVE
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will be mingled with the last of our lives, should we meet with a watery grave.
Your affectionate brother,
HENRY PARKES.
P.S.—I suppose we shall be certain to go in the Lady Raffles, March 27th, as Mr. Marshall has promised to take us. She is a very fine ship, 1000 tons burden. Give our sincere love to our parents, and to all.
