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^eedon her voyage. This ship belongs to the Havre-de-Grace line, 
trading between that port and New York. Our friends and ac¬ 
quaintances, who had come to bid us farewell, after partaking of a 
luncheon, returned in the Nautilus to the city. Now I once again 
was compelled to arm myself with patience! I recalled the time, 
when I was obliged to remain fourteen long days on board the 
Pallas, in the Road of Goeree, and I now consoled myself with a 
more pleasing situation. At that time I had just torn myself 
from the dearest objects of my heart; I contemplated a tedious 
stay in-England, a dangerous voyage, in a word, to encounter a 
host of difficulties, and moreover found myself, in an inclement 
season of the year on board a ship, which was to bring me to a 
new world. These difficulties were now overcome; the voyage 
had been accomplished, and I was conscious that the object of 
my free choice, had been truly fulfilled to the best of my endea¬ 
vours. According to a close calculation, I found that from my 
landing in Boston, to the time of my re-embarkation for Europe, 
I had travelled over a distance of seven thousand one hundred and 
thirty-five miles! How happy was I on board the Pacific! The 
greatest tranquillity, order and discipline, the utmost comfort in 
respect to quarters; a sedulous attendance, profuse and palatable^ 
meals, seasoned with the best of Wines, graced our splendid 
board. 
The first day was employed by the passengers, about twenty 
in number, in making themselves at home; I passed the after¬ 
noon and evening in reading and writing. The rain abated to¬ 
wards night, but the wind remained unchanged. Among the 
passengers I observed a Dr. Garret, a surgeon attached to the se¬ 
ventieth English regiment of the line, whose acquaintance I had 
made in Montreal, during the summer previous, also two Catho¬ 
lic clergymen of that city, Abbes Roux and Richards, a Mr. 
Wilkins, and Mr. Adair, an Irishman, and also several gentlemen 
from Jamaica, a Swiss merchant named Hoffel, and a young 
Hamburger, called Drusina, who had lately returned from Mexico, 
where he was partner in an English commercial house, a very 
genteel young man, and lastly a Dr. Cabell of Richmond, in Vir¬ 
ginia, with his wife, a sister of Mrs. General Scott, and with 
their charming friend, Miss Caroline Marx, also a resident of 
Richmond. 
Though we had no rain on the 17 th of June, still the wind 
continued unfavourable; the Edward Quesnell had gone farther 
out to sea, and the Pacific did the same. The anchor was weigh¬ 
ed, we spread our sails, and coasted for some miles along the 
shore to the Sandy Hook light-house, located on a point of land be¬ 
longing to the state of New Jersey; here we again joined the Ed¬ 
ward Quesnell and cast anchor close to her. While sailing along 
