ARRIVAL AT MADEIRA. 



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calm, and we had a heavy swell, which was 

 very disagreeable. 



At mid-day we came to anchor opposite the 

 fort of Funchal. The appearance of the island 

 in the morning had disappointed me. It was 

 then like a burnt up brown mountain, rising 

 out of the sea, without any verdure 5 but, 

 approaching Funchal, the white town, the 

 villas, and the woods, are remarkably pic- 

 turesque. 



A Portuguese frigate, commanded by Cap- 

 tain Bertrand, alias Price (why he changed his 

 name I know not), has brought out a Pedroite 

 governor from Lisbon, to supersede Don Mi- 

 guePs man, who has taken himself off to Ter- 

 ceira. We saluted Donna Marians flag with 

 fifteen guns, and were answered by the fort. 



