seen from the departing vessel; and now nothing was visible to us
but the sky, the ocean meeting it in its wide, unbroken circle the
sun gradually sinking in the west, and our small but only house, the
ship. How strange, how sublime the scene was! so lonely, so
magnificent, so solemn! At last the sun set, gilding the clouds, and
looking, to my tearful eyes, as if that too said farewell! Then the
moon appeared; and the long, indefinite line of light from where her
rays first touched the waters to our ship, and the dancing of the
waves as they crossed it, catching the light as they passed, were so
beautiful that I was unwilling to leave the deck when the hour for
rest arrived.

The wind was against us, and we did not get on very fast; but I
enjoyed the novel scene the next day, and passed all my time on
deck, watching the sailors and the passengers, and noticing the
difference between Englishmen and Americans.

On Sunday it was very cold, and the wind, still contrary, rose
higher and higher; it was impossible to set any sail, but I still
kept on deck, and thus avoided sickness. Soon after breakfast I saw
a white foam rising in different places occasionally, and was told
that it was whales spouting; I saw a great number, and enjoyed it
highly. Presently some one called out, "An iceberg!" and, far off
against the sky, I saw this floating wonder. It was very beautiful;
such a dazzling white, so calm and majestic, and so lonely; it was
shaped, as I thought, like an old cathedral, but others thought like
a sleeping lion, taking what I called the ruined tower for his head
and mane.

Soon after this, the man on the lookout cried, "Steamship America;"