Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1870-07-16
STEAM SHIP ANGLIA.

OF the Coast of Ircland-June %, 1870
DEAR TELEGRAPH:- Our Ocean voyage is
drawing TO a close. and according to promise l
send you brief summary of the doings and
sufferings of the past ten days l scarcely
know whether my subject is fruitful or bar
rem one. This Ocean certainly has seemed for
days haustibe-nothing about us but the
same ever-rollng waves, and the sky or clouds
above us. Our Chief thought has been immen-
sity-our chief feeling our own littleness. Yet
He who made this wide ocean has guarded
this speck on its surface, and has waited US
SAFELY almost in sight of our harbor. The cry
"land-ho" has aroused the last sleeping passen-
ger, apd far in the Eastern horizon is a dim
blue peak, called Tory Island.
Our life on ship. board has furnished US
with little variety, and no startling events
worthy record in your paper, have broken
the even tenor of our way. find my diary
lean ana meager, and my Imagination too dull
TO fill up the vacuum. l have little to write
on the passengers favorite topic, sea sickness,
as my experience in this respect was limited
TO half an hour But have seen and heard ;
and that is sufficient The voyage proved for
some days rougher than we anticipated, dri-
wing the passengers generally below, where,
with portfolios closed to keep out the water,
the smells for two days were anything but sa-
youry; and the air,--well, we doubted fit was
air. l chose to remain on deck, watching the
waves break over the ship, and ptied the suf-
ferers below. The only drawback to this deck
enjoyment was the intense cold. l should
have deemed it was December Ice was formed
on deck last Wednesday night! But neither
air nor waves seemed possessed of any harmful
properties. We would be chilled and wet but
no one took the slightest cold There is no
miasma on this Ocean, save that Of the cabins
A large Iceberg came in sight off Cape Race
grand and beautiful; yet suggesting unpleas-
ant possibilities as the night settled down with
thick tog, and the temperature of air and wa
ter announced others in our vicinity. We
took part in one sad and solemn scene; the
committing to the deep the body of an infant
in the steerage The rude box glided a mo-
ment on the waves, and sunk till the time
when the sea shall give up her dead Thank
God, the precious promise, the Christian hope,
holds good on sea as ON land.
sat up till midnight last Saturday to see
the midnight twilight 1t was as light in the
North as it is an hour after sunset at home.
The fading twilight gradually becoming dawn
was exceedingly beautiful. 1t was precious,
delightful opening ofthc Sabbath, and never !
think, with more thankful heart did / say
''safely through another week God has brought
us on our way" than on that bright glowing
midnight.
The monotony has been broken up by vari.
GUS quiet amusements, concerts, speaking, etc.
and especially by our pleasant Sabbath seryi,
ces, preaching and prayer meetings Yet ye
should soon tire of such life, and begin to
feel ourselves prisoners With all the pleas
ures Of the voyage, we are not sorry to see the
land. But there has been one delightful sen.
sation during these ten days. That of perfect
rest Nothing to do; nothing to care for; no
hurry no pressure; no sermons to be written
mo pastoral calls to be made not even let ter
writing urging its claims, for we are beyond
the reach even of that worldwide institution
the Post Office. Nothing but resting, and con-
versing, and eatingj especially the latter. This
is 8 common weakness on ship-board. You
would be astonished at these yoracious appe-
tites all about me-. 1 say nothing of my own
We have pleasant, but varied company on
board; four ministers, three teachers Others
of all occupations. Americans, English, Stotch
Irish, German, French, and even Spaniards
a motley grouping, but pleasant one. We
shall say goodbye with regrets for we mel
strangers, and we have found friends.
P.s. Londonderry, Ireland-we arrived here
Of 3D. m. all well.