Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1841 edition. Excerpt: ... looking forward to my novel destination with all its precarious results, it was but with a pilgrim's eye, which read this moral on every passing wave, that for the soul earth has no resting place--no sure "abiding city: " but they who seek a home, where the heart cannot ache, nor the eye weep, must " press forward," through the waters of a world of woe, to the " prize of our high calling in Christ Jesus," in whom alone is "no variableness nor shadow of turning," and in whose blessed kingdom only, can be found the calm of an untroubled sea, and the "joy in which the stranger intermeddleth not." A four months' voyage is as the passing away of a world. It has its seasons of summer and winter, of calm and tempest; its conflicts with human passions--its making and marring of pleasant hours. A universe lives within a ship, but its good and evil seldom mingle with our after career, so soon are both forgotten. On these then 1 dwell not; but I remember well the bright and beautiful morning, on which we were early aroused to look upon the splendid scenery which surrounded us, as we passed through Bass' Straits, and opened before us as we entered the fair haven of Sydney. It was early in June, the winter of that southern clime, a season which, there, might almost realize the poet's fancy of an elysium spring. The sky was one cloudless canopy of ethereal blue, and the lights and shadows, falling in strong contrast over the rocks which begirt the bay, gave a rich finish to the magnificent harbour, into which we were so gently gliding, before a breeze that scarcely ruffled the waters upon whose bosom we were borne. Sydney could scarcely have been seen to greater advantage than at that moment. The landscape was illumined by a thousand sunbeams, and the...
