Bless my Lucy's heart, I think you have had her long enough—eleven years. I wish she was here, and Tots and Glum were along when we got over the other side.
The Captain is a Scotchman. Farewell! Soup is on the table. God bless and keep us all!
Here are some rose-leaves for L., N. B., and W.
To his Wife.
| My dear Friend, | Halifax, N.S., Nov. 10th, 1862. |
We arrived here last night after a tedious and boisterous passage of five and a half days from Bermuda. "Brave" and I both suffered more from sea-sickness than we did in the passage to Bermuda. The steamer in which we came was quite equal in dirt and all uncomfortableness to that between Calais and Dover. But, thanks be to God, here we are at last, safe and well. This is Monday; Thursday night, at two, we shall take the steamer for Liverpool, and, in nine days more, we are due in "Merrie Old England."
To-day I have been with "Brave" a-shopping, and I have bought him a suit of clothes, which are to be finished tomorrow, and a cap, two pair of flannel drawers. (It has been snowing to-day). Two flannel shirts, a purse, and two pair of gloves. When he gets his clothes he wants to have his "type" taken to send you. We have been in hot weather till now. This morning he was coasting about the room enjoying the fire, and talking about your winter arrangements, and the wood that he had stowed away for you. This is a place of 25 or 30,000 inhabitants. They are strongly "secesh" here. The Confederate flag has been flying from the top of the hotel all day, in honour, I am told, of our arrival. There is a grand review here to-day. It is the birthday of the Prince of Wales. They are celebrating it with unusual pomp, as it is his 21st. "Brave" has gone with some of the passengers to see the review. He wore his overcoat—he is collecting pictures for Lucy; he supposes Willy has collected any amount of old iron. I have let him off from his lessons to-day. This is only to tell you of our welfare; I shall send it, via Boston, and if I get the "type"
