Had another good night; rose soon after seven, found ourselves within 3
miles of the coast of Ireland with Cantyre on our right. Heard the
Captain speak to a vessel going to Liverpool telling them to report us
all well. Breakfasted very well but soon returned upon deck as we
expected soon to lose sight of land. A pretty stiff gale about ten which
threw the vessel a good deal on one side. Continued in sight of Ireland
till past five when the land and we parted for some weeks. About this
time I became qualmish and went to the stern to see if I could hasten
the catastrophe by putting down my fingers; this did not avail,
therefore I descended to open my store of camomile and black currants;
no sooner was this accomplished than I became sick three or four times.
I then undressed and rolled into my berth and slept 3 or 4 hours. The
ship rolled very much and the water I heard splashing by; it seemed
sometimes as if actually going over. Two interesting circumstances
occurred last night. I dreamed that my father was actually alive and in
his better way. A poor redbreast made his appearance on the vessel--how
he had come there we did not know. What must be the situation of the
poor steerage passengers, about 100 adults and a numerous set of
children? A very happy circumstance for us rather than the proprietors
is that we have only nine passengers, so each can have a double berth to
himself, a very great comfort indeed, especially when it becomes warm
weather.