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feel badly enough when it’s nothing more than the veffel 
coming to a fudden hop—and nobody knows why—and 
all the officers of the fhip are fuddenly feized with the 
majefty of a great dignity and the folemnity of a myfterious 
hlence; and all the paffengers at the dinner-table lay 
down their knives and forks, fuddenly lofe their appetites, 
and begin to look into each other’s faces; and a few be¬ 
nevolent and courageous gentlemen (determined not to 
be left) ruffi upftairs to find out the news, and come back 
and tell you all about it: and the ladies at the table don’t 
laugh any more, and white lilies bloom fafter in pale 
cheeks than common. Ah ! thefe are fenfations ! 
Or to be awakened at midnight by gurgling founds of 
water in your hate-room—and no light!—and without 
waiting to calculate distances, you jump down from a top 
berth and fuddenly. feel fomething very hard againh your 
head, and fomething very wet all over the floor, the 
gurgling founds going on all the while ! It ifn’t pleafant, 
fuch things,-for nervous people. 
I left New York on Wednefday, the 3rd of May lah, 
in the “ Catalonia,” Cunard Line. All went well until 
Sunday, the 7th, four days out, with Newfoundland north 
of us. It was the Sabbath, clear and beautiful, and all 
on board were fo happy I light hearts and fmiling faces, 
and not one omen of evil (the fhip had broken her 
propeller ffiaft on a former voyage; but this, to me, was 
good evidence that it wouldn’t happen again). It was 
