FROM PORTSMOUTH TO TENERIFFE. 
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drawings in black and white. These, according to report, are the work of a Colonel some time 
stationed at Gibraltar, and represent scenes from the storming of Badajoz and the siege 
of Gibraltar. Whether it 
be the vigorous touch of 
the artist, or that the hand 
of Time has toned down 
the harshness of the original 
outlines, these drawings, 
which seem to have been 
executed by one not un¬ 
familiar with the horrors of 
the battlefield, have at first 
sight the appearance of bas- 
reliefs. 
A lengthened resi¬ 
dence in Gibraltar may at 
times remind its valiant 
defenders of rock-bound 
Prometheus ; yet the place 
has a kind of fascination 
for the British soldier and 
sailor, by whom it is af¬ 
fectionately called “ Gib.” 
This is not to be wondered 
at, for, barren rock though 
it be, it is perhaps, of all 
conquests achieved by Brit¬ 
ish valour, the most impres¬ 
sive symbol of England’s 
greatness. 
The sound of the fiddle and the measured tramp of the men at the capstan were 
heard on the 26th, and the time had come for commencing our voyage across the Atlantic. 
As we were turning our back upon the Mediterranean I cast a lingering look behind, for what 
names were written over the gate we had entered only a few days before_ 
Rome, Carthage, Greece, Jud^eia, Egypt! 
But our path lay towards the New World, and our business was with the future, not the past. 
There were rumours on board of looking in upon the Moor at Tangier, but the rough 
weather of the 27th drove us out of the Strait. We were now bound for Madeira, 600 miles 
distant. This part of the cruise was specially devoted to obtaining practice in, and completing 
