Passed a restless night, the ship rolling a good deal; dreaming that my
father was at Bury attending one of our religious meetings, wearing one
of my ruffled shirts. I found we had been getting on, 8 or 9 knots till
about five, since only 5 or 6, but should be thankful having had nearly
a week's good run. About 4 knots all forenoon; at 12 a little more wind
with some rain. A sail to the south-east; another brig in sight at 2
o'clock. A few porpoises.