The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1842-09-13 00:00:00

" THE HINDOSTAN" STEAM-SHIP.

We gave an account of the fine passage of this large and
splendid vessel hence to Dublin, on her way to Southamp-
ton ; and have now to add a few particulars of the interest
she excited while at Kingstown, and also to report her pro-
gress thence to her final port in the British Seas.
On Wednesday (the day after her arrival at Kingstown),
in consequence of previous arrangements with the directors,
all the Irish proprietary, amounting to upwards of 200, with
their families and friends, visited the ship. In all, not fewer
than 1500 ladies and gentlemen, including the fashion and
beauty of the Emerald Isle, visited her in the course of the
day. They were all much delighted, and indeed astonished,
with the elegance of the saloon apartments; and were loud
in their praise of the whole arrangements for the comfort
and enjoyment of all who may voyage with her. After two
o'clock that day, the vessel was thrown open for the inspec-
tion of the public generally, and vast numbers of persons
visited her, including the whole of the nobility of , that part
of the country. The ladies were very numerous, and wine
and cake was served in the Grand Saloon. She was also
open to the public on Thursday, but, owing to the continued
rain, the number of visitors, though great, was not so nume-
rous as on the previous day. The proceeds (a small sum
from each visitor) were paid over for charitable institutions.
On Thursday evening the Hindostan left Kingstown
Southampton, which she reached after a fine run against for
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head sea and contrary winds, at an early hour on Saturday
morning, as will be learned by the following communication
from Mr. Powell, the first officer, kindly forwarded by re-
quest to a gentleman of our establishment who accompanied
the ship to Dublin :
" Ship Hindostan, Southampton, Sept. 10th, 1842.
" DEAR have much
, pleasure in being able to in-
form you of the arrival of the Hindostan' at this place, at
7' a.m. this day (Saturday). We left Dublin (or rather
Kingstown), at 4 40 p.m. on Thursday, with a fresh breeze
from south-west, and a;rived abreast Wicklow Head at 5 49,
distance 22 miles. At 7 25 we were abreast Arklow Light-
ship, wind freshening a-head, donsed masts and yards—and
at 8 found, by both patent and common logs, 81 going at
the rate of nine and a-half knots per hour, which tells greatly
in favour of her capabilities of contending against a head sea
and contrary wind. At 1 25 p.m. (Friday) passed the Long
Ship's Light, (Land's End,) making the distance from Ark-
low Lights-165 miles—at the rate of 9 miles per hour,
against a strong head wind and sea. At 6 40 p.m. we were
abreast the Eddystone—and 1 16 on Saturday morning passed
the Portland Lights ; at 5 a.m. ran through the Needles.. I

! have only just to refer you to a chart of the Bristol anti
English Channels, to see the splendid run she has made.
" I have the honour to be, Sir, in great haste,
" Yours obediently,
" H. W. POWELL,
" Chief Officer Hindostan."
The whole distance from Kingstown to Southampton, as
nearly as it can be steered, is, we believe, little, if anything,
short of 400 miles ; and the vessel having accomplished it in
38h. 20m., made good quite 10 knots an hour on the whole
run.

On Saturday, the 24th instant, she will leave Southampton
with passengers for India. Her route will be Gibraltar the
Cape de Verde, the Cape of Good Hope, the Mauritius,
Ceylon, Madras, and Calcutta. Arrived at her destination,
she will ply regularly between Calcutta and Suez, calling at
Madras and Ceylon, and vice versa.

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MY CHILDREN, WEEP NOT

(For the Liverpool Standard.)

My children, weep not that the hand which led
Your childhood's steps is nerveless now and cold;
That the fond eyes which watched around your bed
The darkness of the grave doth now enfold !
What though the heart which loved you beats no more
What though the lips are silent which did bless,
And the foul grave-worm travels o'er and o'er
The wasting clay which living ye did press !

Earth holds not all ye loved ! The chilly tomb
The broken shell encompasseth alone.
The deathless spirit, bursting through its gloom,
To light and glory measureless has flown !
The wasted wreck ye grieve for, now doth wear
A shape of beauty to the angels given,
And breathes, with holy things, the blessed air
Which circles through the star-paved courts of heaven !

Oh! weep not, then, that this frail robe of earth
My spirit hath put off and sought the skies ;
Or that a second and immortal birth
Hath cleansed and borne me from your longing eyes !
Ye see me not beside you ; yet my love
Doth watch around your steps—loth guard your sleep ;
And, 'mid your dreams, an angel from above
Doth mingle now ! Oh! why, then, will ye weep ?

Sept. 9th, 1842,

G. B. J

WHEN MORNING IS BREAKING

BY THOS. BLAKE, ESQ.

When morning is breaking,
In beauty awaking
From slumber as tranquil as infancy's rest ;
When blithe birds are singing,
And merry bells ringing,
And hill, plain, and valley in sunlight are drest ;
Fresh garlands I'll bring thee,
•
My love I will sing thee,
A love that can never know change or decay ;
When life is retreating,
And this heart stops heating,
It then, and then only, can wither away.