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Henry M. Stauley unci Mr. Taylor, the Atnerican Cousul froiu Cairo, 

 Egypt, wore ou board. It was so rough in the bay that the passen- 

 gers could uot laud. Mr. Stauley and the Cousul, seeiug an Amori- 

 eau ship iu [)ort, ran the risk of capsizing, and made us a visit. 

 There was an old gentleman from Baltimore, engaged iu writing a 

 book ou his travels, among the passengers ; but he did uot dare to 

 risk himself in a boat when the harbor was so rough. If a balloon 

 had lauded ou deck I should not have been more surprised than I was 

 to liud that a boat was alongside iu such a sea. Mr. Stanley had just 

 visited the American colony, the members of which had been deluded 

 to leave their native land and settle in Jaffa; and he entertained us 

 with a description of the forloru condition of the remnant of the 

 colony which he found there. Most of them had found their way 

 back to America, sadder but wiser people. 



Mr. Stauley was on his way to the dark confluent to discover 

 Livingston. He was then a young man, full of energy and daring, 

 quite a contrast to the prematurely old and gray-headed man whom I 

 heard lecture in Mechanics Hall a few years ago. The African fever 

 and explorations in an enervating, tropical climate had told upon his 

 iron constitution. 



When our distinguished visitors returned ou board the steamer, the 

 old gentleman they had told us about came ou deck aud cheered and 

 waved his hat, like a schoolboy, when he saw our beautiful stars aud 

 stripes which were thing to the breeze from the mast-head to honor 

 our countrymen on board the Russian steamer. 



" Ah! when the wanderer, lonely— friendless, 

 In foreign harbors shall behold 

 That flag unrolled 

 'T will be as a friendly hand 

 Stretched out from his native land, 

 Filling his heart with memories sweet and endless." 



The longest day I ever experienced was when I was in quarantine. 

 We came in to New York without a bill of health ; and although 

 there was no sickness ou board when the Doctor examined us, or no 

 one sick during the voyage, a law had been passed that we must show a 

 clean bill of health. Failing to do so, we were sent to the quarantine 

 ground for twenty-four hours, and went through all the purilication 

 process just the same as though we had yellow fever on board. 

 After the voyage is completed, how one longs to set foot on shore, 

 and meet familiar faces once again, only those who have been 

 (iuarantiued can appreciate. 

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