CONCLUSION. 
ing Great Orme’s Head, at 10 a. m., within four 
miles of which we tacked. The weather being 
hazy, we found a difficulty in finding a pilot-boat; 
but at 1 l’. m., we fortunately got sight of one, 
from which we received a pilot, who relieved me 
from further anxiety respecting the charge of the 
ship. 
Here my original Journal closes. The melan¬ 
choly and distressing intelligence that awaited 
my arrival at home, prevented its being concluded. 
Memory, however, requires no artificial aid to en¬ 
able it to recall those circumstances, which the 
power of agonizing feelings has indelibly stamped 
upon the heart; but on the contrary, in a case like 
this, it foregoes its natural frailty, and, as a great 
poet observes, becomes immortal. 
The pilot who was received on board off the 
Orme’s Head, from real or well-feigned igno¬ 
rance, gave no satisfactory answer to my anxious 
enquiries respecting my family and friends. We 
were unable to reach our port on the day of his 
arrival. I had, therefore, to endure another night 
of suspense, which was productive of feelings of 
anxiety, so painful as entirely to subdue the 
