William, in one of his periodical bursts of impromptu poetry, uttered these lines on
_The smallest grain of ocean sand, Or continent of mountain land, With all the stars and suns we see Are emblems of eternity._
_God reigns in everything he made-- In man, in beast, in hill and glade; In sum and substance of all birth; Component parts of Heaven and Earth._
_The moving, ceaseless vital air Is managed by Almighty care, And from the center to the rim, All creatures live and die in Him._
_We know not why we come and go Into this world of joy and woe, But this we know that every hour Is clipping off our pride and power._
_The links of life that make our chain Of golden joy and passing pain, Are broken rudely day by day, And like the mists we melt away._
_The voice of Nature never lies, Presents to all her varied skies, And wraps within her vernal breast The dust of man in pulseless rest._
_A billion years of life and death Are but a moment or a breath To one unknown Immortal Force Who guides the planets in their course!_
As the stars began to peep through the gathering curtains of night, and the young moon like a broken circle of silver split the evening sky, we came in sight of the busy town of Rouen, with its embattled walls and iron gates still bidding defiance to British invasion.
After a night's slumber and a speedy passage our galley drew up against the side of our stout ship Albion, when gallant Captain Jack O'Neil greeted us on board, and refreshed our manhood with a fine breakfast, interspersed with brandy and champagne.
The next morning, with all sails filled, we wafted away into the open waters of the rolling Atlantic Ocean, touching at the town of Brest, land's end port of France, and then away to Corunna in Spain, and on to Lisbon, Portugal, where we remained three days viewing the architectural and natural sights of the great commercial and shipping city of the Tagus.
About the middle of May we swung out again into the breakers of old ocean, and held our course to the wonderful "Strait of Gibraltar," separating Europe from Africa, whose inland, classic shores are bathed by the emerald waters of the romantic Mediterranean Sea.
We remained for a day at the rocky, stormy town of Gibraltar, meeting variegated men of all lands, who spoke all dialects, and preached and practiced all religions.