_Saturday Evening._ We anchored off New London to-day, in time for me to take the evening steamer for Norwich. When I parted with my “shipmates,” I shook each one affectionately by the hand, and thought that I might travel many years without finding a brotherhood of nobler men. I reached home as the eight o’clock bells were ringing, and was reminded that another week of precious time was gone. That the past must be remembered as an unprofitable week, I cannot believe, for I feel that my soul has been enlarged, and my heart humbled by listening to the teachings of the mighty deep.
[1]The word Schroon is bad English for the Indian word _Scaroon_, the meaning of which is—“_Child of the Mountains_.” It was originally named by an Algonquin Chief, after a favourite daughter.
LONDON: Printed by Schulze & Co., Poland Street
--Obvious typographical errors were corrected.
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