LETTER II. 



Voyage from New -York to Teneriffe. 



After making due preparations for a long voyage, 

 we weighed anchor and set sail from New- York at sunrise 

 on Tuesday the 9th instant, for the island of Teneriife. 

 The morning was rainy, and the wind in an unfavorable 

 quarter. We worked our way, however, with little diffi- 

 culty through the Narrows, and about mid-day found our- 

 selves just launching into the broad and interminable ocean. 

 About this time the wind came round to the north-west; 

 the clouds dispersed, and the sun burst forth with fervid 

 brightness. A gentle breeze filled our sails, and we 

 directed our course east-by-south, passing by the United 

 States frigate Brandywine, which was proudly riding at 

 anchor, and waving her stars and stripes. As we ad- 

 vanced, the adjacent shores and high lands were fast 

 receding from our view, and at four o'clock they gravely 

 sunk behind the waves, and were seen no more. 



It is difficult to describe the sensations which crowd 

 upon one as he is bidding adieu to his home and native 

 land, though but for a limited period of time ; still more 

 difficult is it to pourtray the painful emotions that burst 

 upon one as he is taking the last glimpse of his native 

 shores, leaving behind him all his friends, his kindred, and 

 his country, and this, for an indefinite period — and per- 

 haps, forever. Of the first of these feelings I have had 

 many to contend with ; of the latter, none before the 

 present. 



During the last fifteen years of my life, my pursuits have 

 led me over a considerable portion of our country, as well 

 as other parts of America. I have travelled by land and 

 by sea ; have been separated from home, from relatives, 



