A CEUISE UP THE TANGSTZE IN 1858-59. 



BY ADMIRAL SHERARD OSBORK 

 [MAGA. JUNE 1861.] 



OCTOBER has come in and nigh gone at Shanghai ; 

 we have slept in peace and comfort on board the 

 stout old Furious ; we may have dreamt of England 

 and home, hut are recalled to the stern reality by 

 the daylight reveille, and a whiff out of the Loo-chow 

 creek, which the morning breeze has wafted into our 

 cabin windows. We declare it to be neither frankin- 

 cense nor myrrh, for our senses have been sharpened 

 by a recent cruise on the open sweet-smelling sea; 

 and, preferring heat to bad smells, the sashes have to 

 be let down, and our breakfast to be eaten in a tem- 

 perature some twenty degrees higher than would be 

 necessary if China was, generally speaking, more am- 

 brosial. But enough upon that subject, or we might 

 rail ; for although this great emporium is now far 

 more bearable than in June or July, still we are in 

 no mood to be just, after having rushed back venire 

 a terre from Japan, to find that we might have taken 



