Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1875-06-20

miles from the Irish coast. Last night
as l sat on deck alone, the Waterman,
who wss taking his coffee in the watch.
| house, came up and invited me to take
q cup, with as much knightly courtesy
as prince. accepted it, and as / sat
slipping it in the lovely twilight ]
thanked God for his beautiful world and
the beautiful spirits l find in it every
where. An old man, Mr.. Glasgow, OF
Canada, came up on deck where / sat
this morning, and gave me "reminiscences
Of his early life in American adventure.
He left Scotland when q young man,
toTty-three years ago, in sailing vessel
and was six weeks reaching Montreal.
He is a queer old body; is a poet, be
tells me with a quiet, satisfied smirk
which is very funny; but says the pub
fishers are a vain set, who think they
know more than you do, and change
and hack your verses as they please
My ballad Benny" has made me
| friends here, as it has done everywhere.
The passengers are all very kind and
attentive to me. The sun set this even
ing at ten minutes to nine, and the tWi-
| light continues now until eleven O'Clock.
| The sky is divine, and the sea is terri
bic. We have sailed into stormy waters.
There must have been a gale here this
morning, our officers say. The pillows
rise like mountains in the northwest,
and come down upon us with tremen-
dOus force, making our great ship reel
and stagger like q leaf in the wind. I
have sat for the whole evening on deck,
watching the glorious, the awful sight.
Ali our sails are set. The wind Is from
the southwest, filing the sails full, and
driving US on with lightning speed
while we dip in the holloWs OF the deep,
CIR mount slOft as if we would touch the
stars. And l feel so safe, so happy, in
this vast turmoil and chaos of waters.
resting on Him who has said to the sea,
"Hitherto shalt thou come and no furth-
err"
Tuesday, June IL arose at nine
o'clock this morning. l could not
sleep last night for the noise of
the waves and the cresking cordage.
We are in sight OF the Irish coast; the
tall peak of Arran Mere looms above the
clouds on the hOrizOH to the east, like
the pictures OF Teneriffe; and long,
high, rocky prOmontory stretches north
ward into the sea from its base, as if to
guard the mountain from too near APP
proach. We shall land at NOVELETTE,
port for LOndOnderry-this evening, and
reach Glasgow tomorrow. We are pass
ing TORY Island, with its Lighthouse, and
We see the bleak, but beautiful cliffs of
Ireland just beside US. Now we pass
Malin Head, and enter the bay
leading to LOch-FOyle. Here is
the Neville lighthouse, and the green
garden slopes cultivated from the hill
tops to the waters edge, and hedged
with broom and box. The golden fringe
is shining like flowing sunlight on the
hills, and the ivy covers the ruins of a
castle near the waters edge. We land
some passengers at Neville, on Loeb
FOyle, and then steam out again past
Port Rush, and then the Giants cause
way looms up right before US. 1t is a
magnificent sight. We are passing it at
six o'clock in the afternoon. Now, at
seven o'clock, we pass Rsthlin island to
our left. The usual Glasgow ocean route
is far North Of all these points, but as
the day is fine and the bay calm, Cap
tain Craig has INDUCED US with view
seldom seen, by taking the inside route.
/ forgot to say that after passing TORY
island, We next pass Innistrahul, bold
rock off the coast, on which a lighthouse
is perched; and the headland next after
hdAiA OC1OlC LCdCHllS NlONlllG, Is
InnishOwen.) We pass Fair Head with
Rsthlia island at our lee, and then the
Null Of Cantyre looms up on our left
guarding the entrance to the Firth of
Clyde. The sun is setting as we pass
the Null, a sight to be remembered.
Far off through the mists, the rocky
headlands Of Scotland stand like phan-
toms, and the sun goes down a ball of
crimson fire, painting the sea which lies
as smooth as glass crimped in tiny cor
rugatiOns like sea covered with Grape
Of some jewelled texture. Then the
low line Of Sunda island shows to our
right. 1t is eleven at night. The tWi-
light continues, but the mists are rising
and we can no longer see.
Wednesday morning, half-past four
O'ci0ck.-We are at GreenOck, on
the Clyde. 1t is beautiful; the town
asleep at the foot of the bills. Now, as
the Waterman is striking eight bells, the
signal for four o'clock, the sun is rising
in the northeast, and comes up like a
diamond shield behind the bold head
land on the opposite shore from Green
Ock (Which lies on the south bank. Far
up the glen to the north rises behind
other peaks the crest of Ben LOmOnd.
We are at anchor, waiting for the tide,
to go on to Glasgow. Now the win
doWs of Greenock catch the sunlight,
and the town is TRANSPORTED into a city
of Jasper and ruby.
Half-psst eight.-We are getting up
steam To- Glasgow, twenty-five miles
away. l close my letter now, so as
to be ready for the mail when we dis
embark. l will write you again from
Edinburgh. There never was so lovely a
voyage as 1 have had. wish you could
see ROseneath, a summer seat Of the
Duke of Argyle, just across the river
from GreenOck, where we are lying; and
the lovely little watering place-Innel-
lan-just below.