Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1875-06-20
FROM OVER THE SEA.
The Voyage from New York 30 Glasgow
as Made IN az Anchor Line Steam
ship Graphic Pictures.
Life OH R0aYA -The People OF ''a Little
Work. at Sea-DeIIgRts Bad Pas.
times of Passengers,

We ale permitted to publish the fol-
lowing very interesting letter from Mrs.
Ketchum to her daughter, Mrs. Czapski.
1t ia made up Of the diary Of her voyage
across the Atlantic from New York to
Glasgow, and, save such parts of it as
concerned her family, is given to our
readers Just as she wrote it. 1t is very
interesting and will well repay perusal :
TUESDAY, May 80, 1S75.-In mid
ocean, six hundred miles from land,
sit down in the saloon, after dinner,
while the servants are clearing away
the tables, to copy from my note book
the few entries Ihave made at sea. We
are six hundred miles from Londonderry,
Ireland, which is the first landing We
shall make. Our voyage has been beau
tiful, and l have enjoyed the mere
luxury of living. 1 have not read, l
have not talked, l have not written; l
have only sat on deck watching the
waves, the sky, the icebergs, the gath
ering fog or clouds, the spOuting whales,
the quiet, graceful, beautiful seagulls
sailing around the ship or swimming on
the crests Of the waves. We have q
goodly company on shipboard, and our
good ship has brought US on beautifully
so far. We were in peril among the
icebergs on the Newfoundland banks,
because there was such thick fog; but
we have splendid, vigilant officers.
yesterday the sea was rough, but there
was no danger. l quote now from my
diary, literally, all l have written.
Saturday, May 22-Left port at forty
minutes past three in the evening. Saw
Mr.. s. to the last, SIS we slowly tiOated
away from the pier. gave him a
flower to send my darling child.
Sunday, 23-Had service from DIR.
Thompson, Scotch Presbyterian min
ister, returning to Scotland TO reside l
believe. The day has been lovely. We
have seen two whales, spOuting, and
four or i've sail. All have gone down
to tea, but 1 remain on deck to see the
sunset. The sun is going down without
cloud, into q sea almost as CAIN as q
lake. The tints along the horizon are
blOod-Ted, shading away to rose color,
yellow aud amber in the upper sky.
Now see but half the disc, like gold
en- boat on the fer-of rim Of the sea
and thin veil of cloud woven, as l
look by the invisible, deft fingers OF the
spirits in the air, floats over the radiant
keel like q vail of lace. D, glowing
boat Of the sun! If I might float with
thee to the west, where my loved ones
think of me this night.
Monday, give are in neutral wa
tiers, and this is the queens birthday.
We have hOisted the British flag, and
have Just sung "GOd Save the Queen"
on deck, being leader. They tried to
have "Hail Columbus" after it, but there
were none willing or able to sing it. We
are passing an ice-tiOe to the north; it
looks like along white coast. The night
is lovely; there is not cloud. The
stars are shining ia the sky overhead,
while We sail in s phOsphOr sea, the
stars of the ocean flashing like shattered
diamonds and emeralds as our good
ship plOws them up from the burrows
of the deep. The waves glow and shine
like pearly flame, flashing now and
then with phosphOr jewels that CLEAN,
and broaden and fade-a sight to be re-
membered.
Tuesday, 25-Tue day has passed
without events, except the sight OF a
far-off sail. The sky has been cioudless.
1 have sat all day on deck, watching
the waves and enjoying the mere luxury
of living. AS evening draws on, the
mists begin to obscure the heavens; we
are il fog, and near the NeWfOund-
land banks. The night is without a
star; the air is chill. The fOg-hOrn
sounds every few minutes, to warn the
fishingbOats on the banks.
Wednesday, 26-Still in the fog. 1t is
bitter cold. The people are assembled in
the music room, which Is fitted up with
a piano, organ and library, containing
copies Of Dickens, Thaokery and Bull
wer, with few poems and miscellane-
GUS books Most Of the passengers are
Scotch and English. l am the only
southron on board. A young Methodist
minister, formerly a fireman on the En-
glish railroad, now an American citi-
zen, is loud in denOuncing English in
situations and GristOCrats, yet he is evil
IDENTIFY bent on being man of rank, as
far as he can. A Yankee writer Of some
sort, q Mr.. De Forest, is holding forth
to three ladies, illustrating his ignorance
of criticism and society by his familiar
intimacy with the great writers Of the
past and present. AT half-past thre Q
O'Clock in the afternoon We are passing
an iceberg. 1t CLEANS with cold,
white light On the horizon to the north.
east. Now the iceDergs are thickening.
There is very large one to the south /;
and close beside us floats a mass of ice
shaped like great white COW, with
horns. 1t is iridescent in one part, like
an opal. The large one to the south is
casteIlated with great arch running
through it like the azure grottO of Cepii.
There is another far to the north, largest
of all. These bergs, the officers say, are
five hundred feet high, and about six
miles off.
Thursday, 27-The day is cold, the
wind high and rising. We have seen
nothing all day but sea-gulls. Last night
we had service-hymn and prayer
from Mr.. Gregory and DR.. Thompson.
We sang abide nth Ne, Rock Of Aqes
and Al Hat the PO1Uer Of Jesu8'8 Mime
Friday. 2S-Last night was very
rough. slept but little, had headache.
The sea is rolling; we are all sea-sick.
Our ship is very pleasant. The music
room, over the saloons, is furnished, as
have said, with piano, organ and
books; and in the center under the sky
light, which is open to the saloon below,
there are two cross. beams, in which are
grooves or troughs filled with growing
plants. A bird-cage hangs from mid
die beam between these two, and the