“I am only just this instant (5 o’clock) arrived in the same cloathes in which I wrote to you from Dublin on Thursday. Barry, my dear, if any sensible, well-informed man shall ever tell you that a new channel is discovered from the Irish Sea to the Mersey, thro’ which Irish steamboats of all dimensions may always pass, let the state of the tide be what it will—tell such a philosopher that he lies, and that the truth is not in him; for, having had the most charming and successful and swiftest passage of the season up to 4 o’clock yesterday morning, so as to expect to be in by 5, it was discovered there was not water enough for us to proceed. We were shifted at that pleasant hour into another steamer drawing less water, and even for this we soon found there was not enough, and so had to undergo the agreeable ceremony of lying at anchor for upwards of 3 hours, and did not reach Liverpool till ½ past 9, too late for the early coaches.”
