The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1891-07-19

in vain. AS for earnestness and fiery
eloquence Patrick Henry was simply not in it.
He berated himself for being so lost to
reason as to ever start out with such a rep
rebate. He might have known, lie said, 1
would be doing just such insane things as
opening the port-hole on stormy night He
declared l was not safe to run at large and
should be taken care of by the authorities,
and he considered 1t his duty to apprise the
captain of the vessel that lunatic was on
board who, If not put in chains, would wreck
us all before another day."
'June 49," l quote again from my diary cit
is our second Sunday on sea- 5 p. IN. Sighted
land few moments ago. 1t was the North
Coast of Ireland Went on deck; remained there
till 1890 p. m. Expect to land tomorrow
"June 30, last day aboard" Great trans
formation has taken place to-day among the
passengers. We are sailing among the Islands
on the North of Ireland and the sea has sud
denly become very calm. The vessel glides
along like a cowed dog. The sight of land
seems to have frightened her and she is now
an example of meekness itself. change
seems to have come over everything. The
passengers are gathered in groups about the
deck, conversing in low tones. We have to
look a second time to recognize some of them.
The flannel shirt and cap have given place to
the regulation street attire. Then the male
portion have--some of them-had their first
shave since they came aboard, and the razor
has wrought great change. The stewards are
standing along the passages expecting their
lStS. DOlu0 VI Jut passengers are
writing few lines to friends at home Others
are nearing their native land and burst into
EXPLANATIONS OF JOY as they recognize familiar
scenes
About the mouth of the Clyde Ayrshire, the
home of Burns, is pointed out to us as we
ascend the river by some old Scotchman, who
had not seen his native land for score of
years. McGinty, as we have learned to call
him, an original and witty son of Erin is full
of joy and old Irish whisky as he approaches
fha LAM Hf ic hirth
lassies, who had become too homesck to re-
main in America longer, allow tears to slowly
trickle down their cheeks. We now began to
pass the world-renowned shipyards that line
the banks of the Clyde The luggage is being
hoisted on deck, men and women are getting
in the way of the sailors, a toe is smashed,
and bad words are heard. Ethel comes on
deck looking too sweet for anything in her
new cloth dress and becoming hat. approach
her, and somehow or other in spite of the
rough voyage wish it could last few days
longer make remark to this effect, and
try to think 1t is only passing fancy, but she
answers in low tone-she has sweet voice
that she hopes we may meet again. simply
tempt to be light-hearted. We all seem more
or less serious this morning, and yet we have
only been together twelve days. Strange
how well we become acquainted in only twelve
days, isn't it, on board ship? Even old
Mrs. S-who was always on the stairs in my
way when wanted to pass real quickly, and
was nuisance generally, seemed very dear
friend to me to-day. The newly married pair
seemed appreciative of each other this morn
ing for the first time during the voyage
Lunch time arrived, our last meal on board
together, and the steward as usual came on
deck and rang the bell, but its tones seemed
sad. 1t seemed to say we would never meet
together again. We went down-there was
full table, but it was solemn occasion. Our
approaching parting was the topic of CONVEX
sation and we ate but little. Do you remem
Der your sensations on first pproaching a
foreign shore? do. The strange lonesome
feeling will never be forgotten. When we
came up from lunch we were passing the
Great Eastern lying in the Clyde.
The tide was right for US to steam up to the
city to-day without change. As we ascended
the river, the day grew rainy and disagreeable.
A pale-faced, odd-looking woman came on
deck. recognized her and was told her
baby had died but few hours ago. She was
on visit to her parents in Scotland. When
we landed the captain with bowed head car
ried her dead baby ashore and tenderly placed
1t in the carriage that was waiting for her at
the dock.
Smith and / were the first to pass the Gus
toms. We showed our grips under the Of
fcer's nose, had them checked and were soon
making our way through the drizzling rain
up town. How good 1t seemed being on land
again! how solid the pavement! Did you ever
notice the queer way people walk when fresh
from long voyage? And then for the first
night or two ones bed behaves In a scandalous
manner. 1t will roll and pitch about till one
has to hold to the sides to keep from falling
out. Beds seem to delight in trying to pitch
newly arrived sea passengers on the floor.
Mine, on this first night on shore, was out
rageous in its actions. thought of ringing
for the proprietor several times but 1t would
then suddenly. quiet down till l fell asleep
when It's pranks would be repeated and
would awake and find myself holding on to
the rail in order to keepin. The next morn
ing we began our tour in the Old World
ALyA SIGEL RoUsH.