Rise soon after seven. Shaved again without glass, walked on deck, got
breakfast in the upper house with my two clerical friends. Talked about
the miseries of Ireland which they both ascribed to the bad effects of
popery, which Mr. Hamilton said continued in a worse state than in any
other part of the world; one great proof was that the evils were worse
in Munster. When I mentioned France, they said infidelity prevailed
there, which I admitted to be the case in the large cities. Dined above
with the two ecclesiastics. A good deal of rain with little wind. Then
blew fair but very cold. An attempt made to put up a stove but one of
the pipes was missing. Found myself able to read a little; commenced
with Watson's "Life[2]," belonging to Mr. Grindrod. Many gulls flying
behind the vessel; a ship in sight northwards. A poor hen escaped from
the pen and remained shivering at the stern; on attempting to get her
she flew off and fell into the sea and thus escaped having her throat
cut by getting drowned; we saw her floating a long way. Hope to have
got over my sickness. This evening we all appeared below at tea, being
the first time since Saturday morning, the sickness continuing from
Saturday evening to Tuesday morning. Watched the Captain and Mr. Seaton
play chess. No great skill displayed.