68 LETTERS FROM HIGH LATITUDES. 
tune invenient tot maritos quot velint,—quod geminos 
quottanis habeant, et quod earum hlise, maternum 
exemplum sequentes, gentem islandicam perpetuent 
in specula sseculorum.” 
The last words mechanically rolled out, in the same 
“ ore rotundo ” with which the poor old Dean of Christ¬ 
church used to finish his Gloria, &c. in the cathedral. 
Then followed more speeches,-—a great chinking of 
glasses,—a Babel of conversation,—a kind of dance round 
the table, where we successively gave each alternate 
hand, as in the last figure of the Lancers,—a hearty 
embrace from the Governor,—-and finally,—silence, 
day-light, and fresh air, as we stumbled forth into 
the street. 
Now what was to be done ? To go to bed was 
impossible. It was eleven o’clock by our watches, 
and as bright as noon. Fitz said it was twenty-two 
o’clock; but by this time he had reached that point 
of enlargement of the mind, and development of the 
visual organs, which is expressed by the term “ seeing 
double,”—though he now pretends he was only 
reckoning time in the Venetian manner. We were 
in the position of three fast young men about Reykjavik, 
