stood on the adjoining boat as we sailed away up the river, mother leaning on S., the three sisters on one side, H. and G. on the other, all hearts in sympathy. I could not keep down the tears as I caught the last glimpse of those dear, true ones.
Travelling East, I joined my cousin in Boston,
whence we sailed for Liverpool.
Extracts from the Journal.
April 18.—Dear Mr. Channing was with me till I
left. His medical uncle, Dr. Channing, also came to see
me. I never met my old friend more fully; he regretted
deeply this flying visit, which disappointed him in the
talks he had planned. Beautiful Boston Bay vanished
in the distance. America, that land of memories, was left
far behind. I took to my berth and lay there in misery
five days and nights. How I loathe the ship!
