in his carriage, supplied us with grapes, with wine, with every-
thing which we could need on our voyage. It was still cold
--bitterly cold after the Pacific. The icebergs were about
the banks of Newfoundland. We had to take the longer
southern course to avoid them, and even so we fell in with a
floating archipelago of them, far below the latitudes to which
they usually confine their visits. But the sea was smooth.
There was no wind save from the swiftness of our own move-
ment. My eyes recovered, and I could walk with a shade over
them in a sheltered gallery. The 'Etruria,' outdoing even the
expectations which had been formed of her, rushed along, four
hundred and forty miles a day. We sailed on May 9; early
on the morning of the 16th--in six days and twelve hours--
we slackened speed, to drop the mails at Cork. In twelve
hours more we had run the remaining two hundred and forty
miles to Liverpool. Mr. Cunard was on board, enjoying
quietly his ship's success. Off Holyhead in perfectly smooth
water, and in a rollicking exultation over the fastest passage
yet made, the engineer quickened the revolutions of the screw,
as if to show what she could do; and the great vessel--eight
thousand tons--flew past the land like an express train, and
went by the ordinary steamers, which were on the same course
as ourselves, as if they were lying at their anchors in the tide-
way.

Thus brilliantly ended the voyage which I had undertaken
round the globe to see the empire of Oceana. It remains
only to sum up briefly the conclusion at which I was able to
arrive.

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