HAVE no doubt when, in the weak moments of our last parting, you exacted from me a promise that from the very moment I lost sight of your waterproof' on the Quay of Liverpool, I would commence a 'journal' for your edification, you fancied you were making the most reasonable request in the world. I, however, was not blind to the exacting nature of the demand; nor have I now to take my first lesson in the difficult art of collecting one's thoughts and writing materials, while tossing and tumbling on the wide Atlantic, a thousand miles from land; and if I do succeed in writing a sea-letter in a collected form, no one will be more surprised than myself.
Our last day at the Adelphi (last days are