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I remember; and there may, perhaps, have been one or two more. David Clark and Elisha Norton, who had lived there, had left the city. Spafford and Carter kept taverns. Perry had a store. June 17th we had a military election at the house of Judge Griswold, to elect an officer-I believe an en-of the company that included what is now Cleveland, Newburg and Euclid.


And there is no hope for you; nobody dies of it. The nearest approach to a gay note, in this concert of groans and grumblings, is struck by some humorous and good-tempered American. He who has drawn the which happens to be that of the pilot who takes the steamer into harbor pockets the pool. A clear line at the horizon divides space into two immensities, two sheets of blue sharply defined. How touching, how edifying will be the sight!

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Of that I became perfectly convinced during my last visit to the United States. Little Celtic! Universal grief only will bring about universal brotherhood. In the United States, he who is paid wages commands. It is an event. The phrase is short, without verb, reduced to its most concise expression. The intonation alone marks the interrogation. It comes toward us, and sends off in a rowing-boat the pilot who will take us 12 into port.

Intellectual faculties on board are reduced to this ebb. Here we are in America. If I had only known that, we might have seen more of each other, and killed time more quickly. The crossing now takes about six days and a half. They bet that the sun will or will not appear next day at eleven precisely, or that rain will fall at noon.

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And when you have been ten days at sea, cut off from the world, to read the papers of the day before is to come back to life again, and once more take up your place in this little planet that has been going on its jog-trot way during your temporary suppression. All the vital force flies to the brain, and your legs refuse to carry you. It is really very funny to see him swaying about the smoking-room 7 table, and using all his eloquence over each in turn for sale.

What outpourings of good-will and affection there will be! We shall arrive in New York Harbor to-night, but too late to go on shore. In the order of things the Teutonic was to have sailed to-day, but the date is the 25th of December, and few people elect to eat their Christmas dinner on the ocean if they can avoid it; so there are only twenty-five saloon passengers, and they have been committed to the brave little Celticwhile that huge floating palace, the Teutonicremains in harbor. When the world is passing away, oh!

A good auctioneer will run the bidding so smartly that the winner of the pool next day often pockets as much as thirty and forty pounds.

This morning December 30 he found it out, and, being seated near me in the smoke-room, has just had the following bit of conversation with me:. On the eve of arrival in New York harbor, everybody knows that twenty-four pilots are waiting about for the advent of the liner, and that each boat carries her on her sail. Naturally, as soon as I get on shore, I shall bet on Miss Bisland.

Some few incurables keep to their cabins altogether, and only show their wasted faces when it is time to debark. They smoke, they play cards, they pace the deck like bruin pacing a cage; or else they read, and forget at the second chapter all they have read in the first. Ten days ago, Mrs. Nash brought a boy into existence. Doctors say that sea-sickness emanates from the brain. The author will embrace the critic and even the publisher, the socialist open 6 his arms to the capitalist. A few presumptuous ones try to think, but without success.

The Atlantic Ocean has an ugly temper; it has forever got its back up. We have on board the Celtic an American who is not a very shrewd person, for it has actually taken him five days to discover that English is not my native tongue. People talk, are becoming, in fact, quite communicative.

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It will be a scene never to be forgotten. Then these s are put up at auction.

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The arrival of the pilot on board is not an incident. Nash to put a stop to it! All rights reserved. Has it come to this with her and her companions, the Germanicthe Britannicand the rest that were the wonders and the glory of the ship-building craft a few years ago? He will come and ask you the most impossible questions with an ease and impudence perfectly inimitable. Each draws one of these s and pays his shilling, half-crown, or even sovereign.

In Europe, Mrs. Nash would have ushered the little trio into this life in one day; but in Europe we are out of date, rococoand if one came over to find 13 the Americans doing things just as they are done on the other side, one might as well stay at home. Does he not bring the New York newspapers? It is not impertinence, still less an intention to offend you, that urges him to put these incongruous questions to you.

No, people do not fraternize on board ship, during such a short passage, unless a rumor runs from cabin to cabin that there has been some accident to the machinery, or that the boat is in imminent danger. And then, the wind is invariably against you. After having mercilessly tumbled us about for nine days, the wind has graciously calmed down, and our last day is going to be a good one, thanks be. There is a pure atmosphere. Under such conditions, the mental state of the boarders may easily be imagined.

I, who have never bet on anything in my life, even bet with my traveling companion, when the rolling of the ship sends our portmanteaus from one side of the cabin to the other, that mine will arrive first. They bet on anything and everything.

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If the captain steers south to avoid icebergs, it is sure to begin to blow southerly. Which will be back first? It is the interest he takes in you. We must wait till the Day of Judgment. When people say that a certain wine goes up in the head, it means that it is more likely to go down to the feet.

Here is a specimen. Three days afterward she presented her husband with a little girl.

When you go to America, it blows from the west; when you come back to Europe, it blows from the east. At the least scare of this kind, every one looks at his neighbor with eyes that are alarmed, but amiable, nay, even amicable. The American is a good fellow; good fellowship is one of his chief characteristic traits.

Bets have been made, and the betting is even. Nine times out of ten—not to say ninety-nine times out of a hundred—the passage is bad. America, I see, is split into two camps. We are about to land in a country where, as I remember, everything is in subjection to the paid servant. You would do the same yourself, would you not? Accordingly, twenty-four s are rolled 8 up and thrown into a cap, and betting begins again.

She lifts you up bodily, and, after well shaking all your members in the air several seconds, lets them down higgledy-piggledy, leaving to Providence the business of picking them up and putting them together again. That is the kind of thing one has to go through about sixty times an hour. There is something almost sad in seeing these queens of the Atlantic dethroned, and obliged to rank below newer and grander ships.

Faces are smoothing out a bit. There you are, on board a huge construction that rears and kicks like a buck-jumper. An improvised auctioneer, with the gift of the gab, puts his talent at the service of his fellow-passengers. By the time you have spent two in getting your sea legs on, and three more in reviewing, and being reviewed by your fellow-passengers, you will find yourself at the end of your troubles—and your voyage. I pass the day reading the papers.

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The universal republic will be founded in the twinkling of an eye, distinctions of creed and class forgotten. We make the best of it. Yes, I repeat it, the voyage from Liverpool to New York is monotonous and wearisome in the extreme. After sunset, the Custom House officers are not to be disturbed. Yesterday the lady was safely delivered of a third baby. It is with sea-sickness as it is with wine. The blood rushes to your head, leaving your extremities cold and helpless. Undeceive yourself at once upon that point. The ladies, the American ones more especially, lie on their deck chairs swathed in rugs and shawls like Egyptian mummies in their sarcophagi, and there they pass from ten to twelve hours a day motionless, hopeless, helpless, speechless.

The pilot boat is in sight. I can quite believe them. In order to see to what an extent the brain softens, you only need look at the pastimes the poor passengers go in for.