undoubtedly the scene was glorious. The sea seemed racing by with vast rapidity, and the weather, though cold, was perfectly bright. However, this could not last long. After breakfast the sea sickness overcame us both; and though my Uncle soon recruited, I can say little of the rest of this day, which I spent upon the sofa, suffering much from cold and more from illness. I should have mentioned that as early as Monday evening, Wilson [his servant] fell ill, and was invisible, and of course useless through the whole of Tuesday. However, when things are at their worst they mend, or to speak with more piety and truth, our Heavenly Father does not forget our weakness, and is ever present to hear and help us. I got a pretty fair allowance of sleep during Tuesday night, and was free from sickness the whole of yesterday; the weather too was milder, and all went tolerably. To day also I am free from sickness, but the insufferable noises of last night kept me awake during the whole or greater part of it; so I am languid. My Uncle appears as well as usual. Wilson is beginning to recover, but though he seems very well disposed, I am afraid he wants energy. My chest is much as it was when I left Widley; but we shall now soon get into a milder atmosphere, for whatever might be the fleetness of the celebrated steeds which bore the antient Apollo along the heavens, I take it the modern Lady of that name travels nearly as fast. We are now in the Bay of Biscay; whereabouts I do not know, except that I was informed we were about eighty miles West of Ushant, at eleven o'clock this morning, and it is now two, and we are running at a great rate, nine and a half knots an hour, though close to the wind. Whether the Hibernia got out on Wednesday, of course I do not know, but notwithstanding

the inconveniences I have suffered, I do not lament the change we made, for every day would probably be adding to the cold at Portsmouth, and with us the wind was unfavourable for leaving Spithead on Wednesday. In addition to this I learn, since coming on board, that Gibraltar is a most comfortless place to go to; the town being crowded with all sorts of fugitives from Spain, and decent accommodations hardly to be had on any terms. As to our company on board the Apollo; the Captain is a very mo dest, gentleman-like, simple, and pleasing character, so far as I have yet become acquainted with him; quite easy and good-natured, yet without the least of a sailor's roughness. In him I think we are very fortunate; and his whole behaviour to us is exceedingly attentive and obliging. Of the officers I yet know but little, but what little I have seen is good; and their manners, though quite plain, sufficiently courteous; that is, for my taste; to which the glozing, theatrical, high-coloured language and address of thorough-bred men of the world is very disgusting. I feel, however, how easily a person may fall into the opposite extreme, which favours his pride and indolence. The Latins had the same word for manners and morals; and experience convinces me that they are very closely allied. Happy he who can unite in his daily conversation with mankind, a strict sincerity with that real kindness and polite courtesy, which are the natural and not the least perfect fruits of Christian love, which "suffereth long and is kind, which vaunteth not herself, and seeketh not her own."

Friday Evening.

I am afraid I shall make out badly, for the ship is swinging with considerable violence, but I will try to continue my Journal. Last night was a very rough one, the wind high, the sea stormy, and the motion of the vessel very trying. About two o'clock in the morning, my Uncle, being awaked with the sea washing in upon us, called the sentry, and we found all our cloathes adrift, as they call it, (and knowing no shorter terms, when sea-phrases occur, I shall use them, and claim not to be thought guilty of affectation in so doing). This was one of the miseries; and to be sure if Testy and his companions had been on shipboard, he might have enriched his cataloguę very considerably. I said the night was a very rough one, so has the day been, and I have seen what I am not sorry to have witnessed, but have no great passion for seeing again, the Bay of Biscay in great commotion, and the Apollo flying at an amazing rate through it. Do not think me beginning to practise the common vice of travellers, when I tell you, that at one time, in the course of this day, we were running at the rate of fifteen miles and a quarter an hour. I mean statute miles; above thirteen knots. Captain T- said he had never sailed so fast before. He told us to-day, sometime in the forenoon, that during the * preceding twenty-four hours the Apollo had run two hundred and forty-four nautical miles, that is, (I believe) two hundred and eighty-two English miles. You will not wonder after such accounts, that while we were at dinner to-day, an officer opened the door and told the captain that land was visible from deck over the larboard bow; soon afterwards land was announced over the starboard bow:

and on going up about half an hour afterwards, I saw with great delight a range of bold mountainous country stretching from Cape Ortugal to Cape Finisterre, extremely clear and romantic, and not above twenty miles distant. I own the sight of land refreshed me, though I knew we were not to touch there; the appearance too of the hills of Gallicia was very striking, as they are not only wild, but craggy and irregular; nor could I forget that I was looking on the retreats of Spanish liberty, and beheld the very peaks over which Moore's army must have passed, and probably those on which he fought and conquered. The wind was northerly and cold, so I could not stay long upon deck; and the evening and night are gloomy seasons with me, for the cold is still severe, our cabin is soaked with brine, the ship swinging and straining, and my eyes are seldom closed for above two of the twelve hours I spend in bed. I have not suffered much from the sea complaint today, notwithstanding the violence of the waves, but enough to make me but little fit for any exertion of mind or body; my stomach is pretty well, but my head swims and my temples ache. My Uncle is not at all discomposed, and on the whole I have great reason to be thankful. You will be glad to hear that in spite of pains and hardships, such as I have been little accustomed to, I have caught no cold, and my pulse has improved considerably. We are now running round Cape Finisterre, and as usual at a great rate. The Captain promises us smoother water, and I heartily hope he will keep his word, for this continual pitching and heaving, with the sea roaring and the brine washing in, fatigues me. How glad shall I be to get a night on shore at Cadiz. Sea-life may be excellent sport

for those who like it, but I am very thankful that I was

bred a landsman. To be sure, on a fine day, with a fine breeze, in a fine vessel, coasting along a fine shore, "with all advantages and means to boot," a sail may be a very pleasant thing; but take a person accustomed to ordinary comforts, (especially if he is an invalid), and give him a close cabin, a cold night, and a fresh squall in the Bay of Biscay, and if he can honestly say he likes it, he was born to be an admiral. My Uncle tells me, he had a great passion for the sea when young, and much wished to have been bred to it, and I am not sure that he does not now feel some regret that he was not. For my part, I never recollect having any such passion when I was a boy, and I am pretty confident it will not come upon me now. Wilson is a little better, but he looks very woeful, and I fancy has suffered a good deal;-yet no great matter neither; for except Tuesday and to-day, he has been tolerably, and even to-day has been able to be about. I think I shall have got ready a pretty good packet of letter-press for you by the time we get to Cadiz; though at the rate we are going, we shall probably be there on Monday. On Wednesday forenoon the Start Point was plainly seen from deck; on Friday at half past four p. m. we were in full view and within six or seven leagues of Cape Ortugal. This is pretty good sailing. Between those points, we have not, I believe, seen even a mast-head, certainly not -met with a single vessel of any description.

Friday night, 9 o'clock.-A few lines must serve for this day's Journal, having got to the light late; for there is but one convenient place for writing, so when my Uncle occupies that, I must sit and whistle; or rather sit and not whistle, for politeness forbids me that last resource of