 | Letters of Mrs. Adams, |  |
Another wet, drizzly day, but we must not complain,
for we have a fair wind, our sails all square,
and go at seven knots an hour. I have made a great
acquisition. I have learnt the names and places of
all the masts and sails; and the Captain compliments
me by telling me that he is sure I know well enough
how to steer, to take a turn at the helm. I may do
pretty well in fair weather, but't is your masculine
spirits that are made for storms. I love the tranquil
scenes of life. Nor can I look forward to those in
which 't is probable I shall soon be engaged with
those pleasurable ideas, which a retrospect of the past
presents to my mind.
I went last evening upon deck, at the invitation of
Mr. Foster, to view that phenomenon of Nature, a
blazing ocean. A light flame spreads over the ocean,
in appearance, with thousands of thousands of sparkling
It has a most beautiful appearance. I never view the
ocean without being filled with ideas of the sublime,
and am ready to break forth with the Psalmist,
"Great and marvellous are thy works, Lord God
Almighty; in wisdom hast thou made them all."
| Letters of Mrs. Adams, | |