12G MEMOIR OF DR. HARVEY. 



me a suitable prism for fixing in a window, and charge it 

 to my account. Farewell, my dear friend. If long detained 

 here, I shall write again. If I write not you may fancy me in 



" Biscay 0." 



Yours ever, 



W. H. Harvey. 



To a Cousin. 



Ship Lord Hungerford. 

 Spithead, July 26. 



Not gone yet ! nay, verily, and not going. To-day is called 

 Sunday, and, as a child once said, "so it is, for the sun is 

 shining," but that is the only sign of Sunday about us, for from 

 an early hour this morning there has been nothing but hauling 

 and yee-ho-ing, and it is likely to continue so all day, for they 

 are busily getting stores on board, so as to leave if possible to- 

 morrow. There seems no end to the casks, cases, boxes, 

 baskets, and hencoops ; no sooner is one large boat gone than 

 another makes its appearance. At one side of us is a schooner 

 full of stores, and at the other a sloop, and these are both busily 

 engaged disgorging their contents, which vanish into the mighty 

 chasm of our hold and are seen no more, and still there is room. 

 It would take up too much space to give an inventory, but it 

 may amuse my uncle to know that we could stock a pretty large 

 farm from our living things, besides furnish a large house from 

 our dead stores. There are twelve horses and seventy dogs, 

 besides a litter of pups, which have come into being since we 

 started, and there is no telling how many more we shall have 

 before w 7 e are far on the voyage. Then there is a flock of 

 sheep — perhaps fifty or sixty, but I have not heard them 

 counted — a drove of pigs, three cows, and three young calves, 

 thirty dozen of cocks and hens, six dozen of ducks, and as many 

 geese, and a flock of turkeys, besides sundry smaller beasts. 

 But if we excel in any sort of live stock it is in cockroaches ; 

 I cannot tell their numbers. I wish we could send them into 

 the sea, but they do not seem disposed to go. For specimens of 

 the human family I suppose we shall muster a hundred, of 

 whom twenty-seven are of the " elect," — they who sit in the 

 "cuddy" — which is our test of respectability in this our 

 little world. Of these nobles I have yet seen few. We have 



