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most accurate I have ever read. Having the passage by 

 my side in a note to one of his volumes, as extracted from 

 The Friend, I cannot help transcribing it here : — 



" ' A beautiful white cloud of foam at momentary in- 

 tervals coursed by the side of the vessel with a roar, and 

 little stars of flame danced, and sparkled, and went out in 

 it, and every now and then light detachments of this white, 

 cloud-like foam darted off from the vessel's side, each with 

 its own small constellation, over the sea, and scoured out 

 of sight like a Tartar troop over the wilderness.'* 



" We had a pleasant walk from the town of Maasland- 

 sluis, near which we landed, to "Rotterdam, a distance of 

 nine miles, or according to the Dutch computation, of 

 three hours. Such of the natives as I have seen are clean 

 and neat in their attire beyond conception. We were 

 particularly fortunate in arriving upon a Sunday, as every 

 one was moving under his, her, and its best attire and 

 most demure countenance. We entered the church of 

 Maaslandsluis immediately on our arrival in that town, 

 and were much edified by an excellent sermon in Dutch, 

 pronounced with great emphasis, and listened to with 

 suitable devotion. The interior of the church is very 

 grand, in common, I understand, with most others in 

 Holland, and contains a very superb organ, the tone of 

 which, I have no doubt, was very fine, but as each member 

 of the congregation sung a most vociferous and open- 



