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10- EMBARKATION.
advised by physicians to take a voyage to sea. I chose
the direction of the Mediterranean, with the intention,
should my health permit, of visiting Egypt and the
Holy Land.,
On the 16th of Oc.tober, 1841, I embarked at Bos-
ton, on board a new, elegant, and fast sailing barque,
bound directly for Malta. The morning was pleasant
and the wind fair. We soon passed the outer light of
the harbor, where we dismissed our pilot, and, ere
sunset, had left behind us the Eastern end of Cape
Cod. This was our farewell glimpse of American
soil. Here, as we fairly entered upon " the vast
world of waters," a peculiar pensiveness seized upon
my mind. There is an indescribable charm that links
one to the land of his nativity. As the wanderer takes
the last view of his native soil, the thousand endear-
ing friends and objects left behind, rush upon his mind
like an avalanche. Tender emotions swell his bosom.
It is then he sets a true estimate on all he has parted
with. Then, for a few moments, the interests of the
future are lost in the melancholy of the present. Such
were my feelings.
I will not burden the reader with the particulars of
a monotonous sea voyage. It was prosperous, though,
as might be expected at that season of the year, rough
and stormy. I suffered greatly with sea-sickness du-
ring almost the entire passage. In thirteen days out,
we passed Corvo and Flores, two of the Western Isl-
ands ; and during the two following days, passed the
entire group. . On the 14th of November, we passed
through the Straits of Gibraltar with a fair wind. Oh
the 19th, we passed Cape Bon, on the coast of Tunis,
advised by physicians to take a voyage to sea. I chose
the direction of the Mediterranean, with the intention,
should my health permit, of visiting Egypt and the
Holy Land.,
On the 16th of Oc.tober, 1841, I embarked at Bos-
ton, on board a new, elegant, and fast sailing barque,
bound directly for Malta. The morning was pleasant
and the wind fair. We soon passed the outer light of
the harbor, where we dismissed our pilot, and, ere
sunset, had left behind us the Eastern end of Cape
Cod. This was our farewell glimpse of American
soil. Here, as we fairly entered upon " the vast
world of waters," a peculiar pensiveness seized upon
my mind. There is an indescribable charm that links
one to the land of his nativity. As the wanderer takes
the last view of his native soil, the thousand endear-
ing friends and objects left behind, rush upon his mind
like an avalanche. Tender emotions swell his bosom.
It is then he sets a true estimate on all he has parted
with. Then, for a few moments, the interests of the
future are lost in the melancholy of the present. Such
were my feelings.
I will not burden the reader with the particulars of
a monotonous sea voyage. It was prosperous, though,
as might be expected at that season of the year, rough
and stormy. I suffered greatly with sea-sickness du-
ring almost the entire passage. In thirteen days out,
we passed Corvo and Flores, two of the Western Isl-
ands ; and during the two following days, passed the
entire group. . On the 14th of November, we passed
through the Straits of Gibraltar with a fair wind. Oh
the 19th, we passed Cape Bon, on the coast of Tunis,