CHAPTER XVI. 



Leaving New York — Arrival at Havana — Appearance of the Har- 

 bor — The City — The Moro Castle — Passports — A night in the 

 Harbor — -Architecture of the City — Volantes — The Bishop's Gar- 

 den, &c. 



On the 26th of April, 1851, I shook hands with my 

 friends and went on board the Steam Ship Ohio, 

 Lieut. J. Finley Schenck, Commander, about cast- 

 ing off from her moorings and bound for Havana, 

 en route for the Isthmus of Panama. As we drop- 

 ped down the bay, I looked back upon the Babylon 

 of modern times and thought of the many thousands 

 who crowded its thoroughfares, and felt that I was 

 but a drop in the bucket just gathered up from the 

 great sea of life. 



On looking round upon my " companions de 

 voyage," every one seemed intently occupied with 

 the thoughts which usually crowd upon the mind on 

 such occasions. Many of them were evidently bound 

 for the auriferous regions in the far off Pacific, and 

 in many an eye, which had no doubt brightened 

 with the prospect of gathering up the glittering 

 dust, there glittered now a tear, and I thought it 



