“The viands wero fully discussed, the sparkling vintages of 
Prance and Germany circulated freely, and the festive scene 
lasted for a considerable time. The bows of the Frigate were 
seaward, and the motion of the Screw began to give warning 
that it was time for the guests to seek their boats unless they 
wished to share our voyage. A shake of the hand, kind 
wishes and good byes were soon exchanged, our friends left, 
and very soon after the Frigate’s berth was vacant. Away we 
steamed and bid adieu to Port Louis Harbour. 
“Never were the words “ T’is distance lends enchantment to 
the view ” more appropriately used than to Mauritius scenery. 
Once out of the Harbour, and all that is objectionable in the 
city fades away, and leaves only tbe fine outline of the moun- 
tain slopes in its back ground, shewing unmistakeably their 
volcanic origin, and telling their own tale of the time when a 
fiery gulf was within their circle where the city now peacefully 
rests. As we receded, the grand ranges of the other parts of 
the Island came into view, and as the shadows of evening fell 
gradually on their giant cliffs, the effect was magnificent. I 
gazed at them in admiration till nearly dark, an admiration none 
the less deep that I had a pleasant personal acquaintance with 
them all. 
On Sunday the weather proved serene and smiling, and by 
8 o’clock all were assembled on the quarter deck for morning 
prayers, (a custom of strict daily occurrence on board the Fri- 
gate.) In the forenoon the gun deck was arranged for Service 
which was admirably conducted by the Eevd. Mr Johnson. 
Many parts were chanted by the midshipmen, and very credi- 
tably too, and one of them played on the Harmonium. 
“The Church Service on board ship has always a peculiar 
impressiveness for me, the dash of the waves against the 
vessel’s sides giving it an additional solemnity. At such times 
it is easy to take the splash of tho water as a warning note 
that should “ He blow with His winds" that gentle tono 
would be changed into tho furious roar ot the angrv 
billows, aud that the mightiest hull ever constructed bv 
human hands would be but as chaff before them. I was de- 
lighted with the quiet harmony which seemed to pervade the 
