The Sun.
London, England, 1860-11-16 00:00:00

the next day was, of course, as bad as ever, and
only brought such small additions to the live stock
as starlings, thrushes, and a woodcock blown off the
land, showing that the wind was likely to be hard
and very lasting. There was only one comfort left
us, and that was, that since the great weight of
coals on board the Ariadne had been got rid of by
towing, she never rolled at all worth speaking of.
On Wednesday, the 7th, the ships were near Gal-
way, and it was thought the Hero would have made
for that port, filled up with coal, and then steamed
home. But for some reason or other she did not,
and on the next day the wind was too strong
and she could not have done it had she tried.
Friday, the 9th, the ships were back again in the
same place that they had been on Monday, the sth,
while on Sunday the 11th, they were some 30
miles further off the land than they had been on
Sunday, the 4th. Altogether, with the wind, rain,
and hail, it was not an encouraging cruise, espe-
cially as fresh provisions were out, even to the vege-
tables, and there was nothing to eat but the
saltest of ship's salt stores. On Monday, the 12th,
both vessels were well into the Bay of Biscay,
making a long slant down towards Ushant. If the
wind changed to either south or north west there
would be a chance of getting in ; if it did not,
there was nothing for it but to wear and stand out
to the west again—perhaps for another week, per-
haps for a fortnight, and all this on salt provisions.
It was not in human nature to bear it with patience
and the barometers were consulted every hour and
every minute that night. At last they began to fall.
Then came rain, then little puffs of fair wind,
coquetting and flapping about the huge sails. Gra-
dually it came round more and more from the West
till by 10 a.m. on the 13th, the 24th day out, there
was, almost for the first time, a fair wind, and both
ships at last making their course stood towards
England. The breeze, however, was but a poor one.
In the night it almost died away, though the Hero '
still kept the double reef in her topsails to a light
wind that scarcely moved her five knots an hour.
A yacht would have gladly spread all her canvass
to the wind which was keeping this crack line-of-
battle ship under double-reefed topsails. On the
morning of the 14th the wind came decidedly fair
—a strong sou'-wester, under which, running full
before the wind, both ships went hissing and rush-
ing through the water at the rate of more than 12
knots an hour. This was all very well, but as some
slight uncertainty existed as to where the vessels
were, and consequently whither they were going,
it was evident that they could not carry on long
that way. There had been no observations for some
days, and when there had been any, the Hero's dif-
fered from the Ariadne's and the dead reckonings
from both. Observations from stars only made mat-
ters worse again. So, as the weather was thicken-
ing and the wind inshore, both ships shortened sail
at 1 o'clock and hove to to sound ; coarse gravel was
got in 83 fathoms, which the chart said meant off
Ushant, but this was almost doubtful, so soundings
were taken again at 6, and the bottom at 60 fathoms
placed the first soundings above suspicion. The
course of the vessels was, therefore, altered to east-
nor'-east, and under shortened sail the Hero and
the Ariadne stood across the Channel for the Lizard
Light. This, the last night of the cruise, was as
foggy as any, and once the Ariadne missed the
Hero and red rockets, but the rockets were
answered by the Himalaya, which had been long
on the look out for us. At last the Ariadne put on
full steam, and running up at 14 knots an hour,
overtook the Hero, cautiously creeping towards the
Lizard. Fortunately the light was soon made, and
the cold grey morning at last showed the shores
of Old England in the lofty, rugged, picturesque
coast of Cornwall. The run to Plymouth was soon
made, and before 10 a.m. the Hero and the Ariadne
cast anchor inside the Breakwater, the ships in the
Sound and in the harbour, and the batteries on
shore saluting the Prince's flag. In a very short
time his Royal Highness was ready to land. For
the last time the ships manned yards, salutes were
fired as the Royal standard came down from the
Hero, and amid cheers from the crews of the Hero
and Ariadne the Prince of Wales quitted the Royal
squadron, and his long progress was brought to a
close.

His Royal Highnesi landed at the Royal William
Victualling-yard, where he was received by the
Plymouth Volunteers, under Major Duperier, and
a guard of honour of the 12th; commanded by a
field officer. At the station Colonel Lambrick and
100 Royal Marines formed a guard of honour on
the platform.
His Royal Highness, at the platform of the South
Devon Railway, received addresses from Mr. Wil-
liam Luscombe, Mayor, and the magistrates and
corporation of Plymouth, and from Mr. Ryder,
Mayor, and the corporation of Devonport. With
the Prince were the Duke of Newcastle, the Earl of
St. Germans, General Bruce, Major Teesdale, Capt.
Grey, Dr. Arland, and Mr. Englehart. The Royal
train started from Plymouth at noon. His Royal
Highness looked extremely well, and before depar-
ture conversed on the platform with Lady Mount-
Edgecumbe, the Hon. George Edgecumbe, Port
Admiral Sir Houston Stewart, K.C.8., Admiral
Superintendent Sir Thomas Pasley, Major-General
Hutchinson, Commander of the Forces in the
West, &c.

Precisely at half-past six o'clock the Royal train
arrived at the Windsor station, where the Windsor
Rifles formed a guard of honour.

His Royal Highness the Prince Consort came to
the station to receive the Prince. There were also
on the platform Mr. William Vansittart, M.P., the
Mayor (Mr. Henry Driver), the Rev. H. J. Ellison,
Vicar of Windsor, the Rev. Henry C. Hawtrey, Mr.
Henry Stevens, Mr. Robt. Blunt, Capt. Turner, &c.
The Prince proceeded to the Castle amid the
hearty cheers of the inhabitants, the firing of a
royal salute from the corporation ordnance, and
the ringing of joyous peals from the bells of the
Chapel Royal of St. George and St. John's Church.

THE WIZARD OF THE NORTH AN AMERICA.

Pro-

We extract the following from a letter written by
fessor Anderson, dated Philadelphia, Oct. 16:—
Since my last the chart of my wanderings has consider-
ably enlarged in its dimensions, and my track upon the
world's surface exhibits many zig-zags. When last I put
myself ea rapport with Aberdeen, I was in California,
dwelling beneath its clear blue Grecian sky, rambling over
its auriferous soil, and performing to oddly-constitutod and
mostheterogenous audiences of Americans, English, Scotch,
Irish, Germans, French, Spaniards, Italians, Mexicans,
Arizonians, Kanakas, Mor-
Chinese, Japanese, Sonorians,
mons, and tar-headed Indians. Since then I have sailed
through the Golden Gate and down the Pacific, past Lower
California, with its wealth of treasures yet undisturbed in
the virgin soil, past the mountains of Mexico, peeping at
Popocatapell in the distance, and seeing the dimly-out-
lined sublimities of Mount Colima, called in at Acapalco,
the most land-locked of all harbours, anthdethcerlel
it—mosthad the
fears of yellow fever—" yellow jack," as y call
strongly impressed upon me ; thence down the
Pacific
tho shores of Nicaragua, the paradise of filibust and by
e of
Costa Rica, whose coffee-trees cast their shadows on the
Pacific waves; to Honduras, with its forests
of maho-
gany ; and to New Grenada, with its internecine fighters,
its pugilistic presidents, its Spaniards, and its In-
dians, its Senor Obaldia, the retiring governor, and its
Santiago de la Guardia, the governor elect, the former of
whom holds office because he is a good fighter, and could
fight the latter, who in the same way is also a good fighter,
and would like to challenge his predecessor. It is no en-
viable position to be governor of any Central American
State.

I trod on the soil of New Grenada for the first time when
I landed at Panama. The troops of the President Obaldia
were drawn up to receive us at the wharf. Blue jackets,
white pantaloons, black face, and black bootless feet, were
the outward and visible signs of the army of the republic.
We lauded by daylight in the early morning, and the
train was waiting to receive us. There were 47 miles of
isthmus to be travelled over ; and for hauling you over
those 47 miles by a very willling but very constitutionally
weak locomotive, the charge is only 2,5 dols.— Anglia, five
pounds. There was considerable difficulty in getting us
along the road, especially during the first part ofrthora thecJour-
ney, when the train has to ascend an incline, from
summit of which the traveller looks backwards to the l'aci-