Farewell glance at Plymouth.

Hardly anyone can visit Plymouth Sound without being at once struck with the singular beauty of the surrounding scenery; nor shall I easily forget the mingled feelings of admiration and regret with which my eye dwelt upon the quiet spot the evening before bidding it a long, long farewell.  The sea had sunk to sleep, and not a single breath disturbed its glassy surface:  the silent waters—­and yet how eloquently that silence spoke to the heart—­glided swiftly past; into the still air rose the unbroken column of the thin and distant smoke; through long vistas of far-off trees, which art and nature had combined to group, the magnificent building at Mount Edgcumbe, but veiled, to increase its beauty:  scenery varying from the soft luxury of the park, to the rude freedom of the wild mountain’s side, by turns solicited the eye; and as I leant against a shattered rock, filled with all those nameless feelings which such an hour was so well fitted to call forth, I felt notwithstanding all the temptations of promised adventure, the full bitterness of the price we pay for its excitements!

Death of William the fourth.

On the evening of the 21st of June, we received the melancholy intelligence of the death of our late most gracious Sovereign, King William the Fourth.  To all classes of his subjects his mild and paternal government has endeared his memory; and none however they may differ with him, or with each other, upon that great political revolution which will render the name and reign of the Fourth William, no less remarkable than that of the Third, will refuse the tribute of their sincerest respect for qualities that adorned the sovereign while they exalted the man.  By the naval service, in which he had spent the early part of his life, his name will long be remembered with affection; he never lost sight of its interests; and warmly supported its several institutions and charities, long after he had been called by Providence to the Throne of his Fathers.  We bore the first intelligence of his fate, and the account of the accession of our present most gracious Queen, to every port at which we touched up to the period of our reaching Swan River.

CHAPTER 1.2.  PLYMOUTH TO BAHIA.

Sail from Plymouth. 
The Eight Stones. 
Peak of Tenerife. 
Approach to Santa Cruz. 
La Cueva de Los Guanches. 
Trade with Mogadore. 
Intercourse between Mogadore and Mombas. 
Reason to regret Mombas having been given up. 
Sail from Tenerife. 
Search for rocks near the equator. 
Arrival at San Salvador. 
Appearance of Bahia. 
State of the Country. 
Slave Trade. 
And results of Slavery. 
Extension of the Slave Trade on the eastern coast of Africa. 
Moral condition of the Negroes. 
Middy’s Grave. 
Departure from Bahia. 
Mr.  “Very Well Dice”.