8o REMINISCENCES OF 



" BERMUDA, ijth December, 1844. 



" No. 95. Thermometer 60. 

 (Shivering, and got a fire.) 



" Now, let me consider what we 

 have been doing for the last month. On the 24th 

 there was the most beautiful eclipse of the moon I 

 ever saw ; it lasted upwards of an hour. Then we 

 have been riding a little and sailing, and having 

 people to dinner ; but not Bermudians, only officers 

 of the army and navy. Captain Scott is a com- 

 fortable sort of man, who seems as if he belonged to 

 us, and Captain Sturt of the Rose is a prim, pleasant, 

 oldish man. He is either brother or cousin to the 

 Mr. Sturt that married Sir R. Sale's daughter. I 

 do wish you could see a boat-race here. We were 

 four hours sailing in the Hebe without being tired. 

 There were upwards of fifty boats sailing in every 

 direction, and the racing-boats like white fairies 

 skimming along. The sailing boats, you know, are 

 not open, but decked, so that you can stand and 

 move about as much as you please. On the 28th 

 we went to a subscription ball at St. George's. 

 Uncle Charles excused himself. The day proved 

 calm, so Mr. Katon drove the phaeton, in which 

 went we three ladies ; our goods went by water. 

 We being grand had the garrison gig (which means 

 a boat belonging to the officers) to meet us, so we 

 sent it to bring our clothes, otherwise they would not 

 have sailed in till eight o'clock, which was the fate of 

 much of the beauty and fashion from this end of the 

 island. We went to Colonel Hutch inson's, where 



