Diary at Sea. Arrival at Havre. Custom House Agreeabilities. Ancorville and its Gardens.
'Tis a week since my departure from New-York, and I rejoice to be on deck again, able to write you a few lines, with a horrible nausea, however, still upon me.
TUESDAY, 8th October. Lat. 41 deg. 45 min.
A fresh attack of sickness sent me below, and, in addition, heavy gales have since rendered it useless to attempt to write. Yesterday morning I saw a very beautiful rainbow, apparently only a few rods from the ship, spanning an entire arch. I remembered the old proverb, but the day proved beautiful notwithstanding. On Friday last, a sudden squall of wind and rain struck and nearly capsized us. Three men at the wheel, the captain being one, could not move it for some moments. All hands were soon on deck, and the sails were rapidly and successfully clewed up, taken in, reefed, &c., and the danger was past; soon all was fair again. On Sunday night the captain was taken severely sick, and I prescribed for him as well as my dizziness would permit. The wind freshened into a gale, and blew much harder than on the day I intended to have sailed. I went on deck several times, and beheld the beauty and grandeur of the waves. After the wind had been blowing a gale all day, to