JOURNAL. 
. His Majesty’s ship Doris, Valparaiso harbour, Sunday night, April 28th, 
1822.— Many days have passed, and I have been unable and unwilling 
to resume my journal. To-day the newness of the place, and all the 
other circumstances of our arrival, have drawn my thoughts to take 
some interest in the things around me. I can conceive nothing 
more glorious than the sight of the Andes this morning on ap- 
proaching the land at day-break; starting, as it were, from the 
ocean itself, their summits of eternal snow shone in all the majesty 
of light long before the lower earth was illuminated, when suddenly 
the sun appeared from behind them and they were lost; and we 
sailed on for hours before we descried the land. 
On anchoring here to-day, the first object I saw was the Chile 
State’s brig Galvarino, formerly the British brig of war Hecate, 
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