Publisher's Synopsis
Book Excerpt: ing gallantly along, with a favourablebreeze, through the north channel; that day we saw the last of theHebrides, and before night lost sight of the north coast of Ireland. Awide expanse of water and sky is now our only prospect, unvaried by anyobject save the distant and scarcely to be traced outline of some vesseljust seen at the verge of the horizon, a speck in the immensity ofspace, or sometimes a few sea-fowl. I love to watch these wanderers ofthe ocean, as they rise and fal with the rocking billows, or flit aboutour vessel; and often I wonder whence they came, to what distant shorethey are bound, and if they make the rude wave their home and resting-place during the long day and dark night; and then I recall to mind thewords of the American poet, Bryant, --"He who from zone to zoneGuides through the boundless air their certain flight, In the long way that I must tread aloneWilt guide my steps aright."Though we have been little more than a week on board, I am getting wearyRead Mo
