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throw away all politeness that is, never to wait for each 

 other, and holt off the minute one has done eating, &c. 

 At sea, when the weather is calm, I work at marine ani- 

 mals, with which the whole ocean abounds. If there is 

 a] iv sea up I am either sick or contrive to read some voyage 

 or travels. At one we dine. You shore-going people are 

 lamentably mistaken about the manner of living on board. 

 We have never yet (nor shall we) dined off salt meat. Eice 

 and peas and calavanses are excellent vegetables, and, with 

 good bread, who could want more ? Judge Alderson could 

 not be more temperate, as nothing but water comes on the 

 table. At five we have tea." 



The crew of the Beagle consisted of Captain Fitz-Koy, 

 " Commander and Surveyor," two lieutenants, one of whom 

 (the first lieutenant) was the late Captain Wickham, Gov- 

 ernor of Queensland ; the late Admiral Sir James Sulivan, 

 K.C.B., was the second lieutenant. Besides the master and 

 two mates, there was an assistant-surveyor, the late Admiral 

 Lort Stokes. There were also a surgeon, assistant-surgeon, 

 two midshipmen, master's mate, a volunteer (1st class), 

 purser, carpenter, clerks, boatswain, eight marines, thirty- 

 four seamen, and six boys. 



There are not now (1892) many survivors of my father's 

 old ship-mates. Admiral Mellersh, and Mr. Philip King, 

 of the Legislative Council of Sydney, are among the number. 

 Admiral Johnson died almost at the same time as mv father. 



My father retained to the last a most pleasant recollec- 

 tion of the voyage of the Beagle, and of the friends he 

 made on board her. To his children their names were 

 familiar, from his many stories of the voyage, and we 

 caught his feeling of friendship for many who were to us 

 nothing more than names. 



It is pleasant to know how affectionately his old com- 

 panions remember him. 



Sir James Sulivan remained, throughout my father's 

 lifetime, one of his best and truest friends. He writes : 

 " I can confidently express my belief that during the five 

 years in the Beagle, he was never known to be out of tem- 

 per, or to say one unkind or hasty word of or to any one. 

 You will therefore readily understand how this, combined 

 with the admiration of his energy and ability, led to our 

 giving him the name of ' the dear old Philosopher.' 



His other nickname was " The Flycatcher. " I have heard my father tell 



