Saturday, November 25th, 1871.
—Rocked all day in smooth waters and indescribable soft loveliness. The sunset from the bows never to be forgotten, the gorgeous colour semi-circling the placid sea ; the full moon on the other side silvering the whole atmosphere and bringing great diamonds out of the rippling waves ; the deep softness of the night advancing over the immense vault and folding like wings over the western glory, while, wherever the moon was not all-prevailing, the stars burned and throbbed. All the time the ship's motion was hardly perceptible, and yet she was pressing onward with mighty resistless power as if into the very heart of the sunset. This day and night alone is almost worth coming for.
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