For nearly a month we have had quiet nights. Sleep is as deep and
dreams as natural as on shore. Bed time is at half past nine and
breakfast at half past seven. Going to sleep or waking in the night
knowing that a mate and fifteen men are up and round about you and
will be succeeded once in four hours by others, it is not strange that
you should have a feeling of repose. It is useless for you to have an
anxious thought. You could not go up to the royals nor out to the jib
in an emergency; these men will go for you. How would it do at home
to feel that angels who excel in strength are in the dwelling, in the
cars, being caused to fly swiftly to keep you in all your ways?