A LETTER FROM HON. GEO. W. GARDNER. 



Dear Old Shipmate : — From 

 the moil and turmoil of a business 

 life, I rest to think over the haps 

 and mishaps occurring to that royal 

 good company who trusted tliem- 

 selves to an ill-fitted and ill-fated 

 iron steamship which sailed her 

 final cruise, ending disastrously and 

 yet so fortunately for us, though 

 she now lies in the depths of the 

 great northern sea. Shall we ever 

 forget her name — the Miranda — or 

 the ceaseless, untiring efforts for a 

 successful voyage on the part of her good commander, or the 

 noble -hearted captain who, with his whole-souled crew, 

 rescued us by giving up an opportunity for financial success, 

 in deviating from the object of his trip, generously providing 

 us, in his good ship the Rigel, a safe passage to an accessible 

 port, that we might continue on in the light of this life and 

 its enjoyments with those most dear to us ? So long as this 

 life lasts, we certainly shall not. 



What a transition, from the horrors of a shipwrecked con- 

 dition — the insatiable longing for something palatable when 

 afar off on Greenland's icy shore, patiently, hopefully wait- 

 ing for succor — to the courteous hospitality of good Governor 

 Bistrup, who never before spoke an English word till, with 

 our teaching, he uttered that well-known sentence, '^ Many 

 happy days,'' and to Mrs. Governor Bistrup, his charming 

 wife, who in a most kindly manner greeted us so warmly 



