Morning journal and courier., 1890-07-30
I'm MID-oCEAN.

A Spicy Description Given Of the Do
ings ON Board an Ocean Steamer at
Sea-ThaS Awful Disease, Nal de mer
-Old Ireland Sighted.
The following brief account of an ocean
voyage has been received at this Office of one
of New Haven's we'll known citizens who is
at present travelling in Europe:
CUNARD STEAMSHIP SERvIA,
MID. OCEAN, July 10, 1890. <.
We cleared from the company's dock at
Desbrosses street at 2:30 pm. Saturday,
July 10. Two hours later we parted with
our pilot at Sandy Hook, and at once COM
menced our voyage across the Atlantie. The
fret thing we looked out for was ssplace at
the table assigned us, for we have 404 first
cabin passengers aboard. DIR. Bissell, J. D.
Plunkett as well as myself had first class sit
tings at the first table. There are ffty-seven
tables. each sevsnty-five feet long. At one
of these DR.. Bissel has the post of
nonor; seated at the head. Our first
meal-dinner-was served at $50 with q
complete number present. You may be quite
sure that such full attendance happened
not again during the voyage. We speeded
along in conservative way, say about $40
miles day. To resume: After dinner all
crowded on the deck to await the first sun
set. From to 10 o'clock p. m. lunch was
served. As yet, we are mostly in eating
trim. a few deserters, however, who are
troubled with NAL de mer. We retire at
various hours, some at 10 O'Clock. others at
conversing or singing, quite at home for
me, others pacing the deck. But past IL
O'Clock all is quiet on board save the bell
which announces the passing hours, and the
"All's Well" of the watch as he PAGES the
deck, while we sleep, if we can. We wake
up at noon and upon deck we go to inhale
the vigorous breeze, ozone, not the cele-
brated Bridgeport kind but the genuine arti-
Gle from the grand old Atlantic ocean.
going to the rail pay tribute to Neptune. for
during the night Boreas has assumed COM
mand with Neptune of the elements and has
stirred up the waters of the deep, which in
turn stir up the feelings of many on board.
It spares neither the rich, the extremely dig
nifed nor the most distinguished. Nature is
no respecter of persons and all must bow to
the inevitable. Now We can see at every
turn what the Indian would call "pale- faces.
Oh, dear me! How disconsolate, how abject!
Oh, if we could only get off and walk ashore,
even if it were a thousand milesi All, me.
Breakfast comes on and many are oonspicu-
GUS by their absence. Pride has gone. The
day is Sunday, and good one for meditation
and many seek the seelusion which their
cabin grants, and in communion with them
selves resolve never again to partake Of any
refreshments or attempt q" life on the ocean
wave." Sunday passes away, and although
we have celebrated divines on board, we
have had no divine service-vacation time,
you know; church closed for repairs, minister
out of town, etc. In the steerage were
two devoted men On their way as missionaries
to India; the steerage had the advantage.
Some 400 men and women gathered to hear
the eloquent words of man devoted to the
conversion of souls. Singing, prayer and an
exhortation were also part of the exercises.
And SO after quiet Sunday We find our
selves getting further away from home. and
soon we will hear the glad tidiugs of great
joy, "Land ahead" The shores of dear old
Ireland are family outlined, and soon we will
read in the native land. Daniel OConnell,
Robert Emmett. Oliver Goldsmith and many
others whose names are great. We land soon
and hope to write you again.
Yours truly,