HAVRE DE GRACE, ----.

_My Dear Jane:_--

The last wave of your handkerchief, when we parted from you at

Southampton, made me feel quite sad for some time; but the bustling

scene around me at length diverted my thoughts from their gloomy

course, and I employed myself in observing the rapid movements of the

sailors, as they obeyed the orders of their captain, who had the voice

of a stentor, and took no pains to soften it. Our fellow passengers

were an elderly gentleman and his two sons, whom he was going to place

at a boarding school near Havre. We reached this celebrated port in the

evening, and I am happy to tell you (_now that it is over_,) not

without an adventure. Our parents and Edgar were not very sea sick, but

alas! for Sigismund and myself; we were the _Jobs_ of the party. I mean

as regards _suffering_, not _patience_; for of the last we both stood

in need. I already detest the sea, and dread re-crossing it. But all

this time you are unacquainted with our adventure; it was this. When

within a few miles of Havre, a sudden squall arose, and for more than

an hour our situation was truly terrifying. Fortunately the wind blew

from the land, or we should have been wrecked on the "iron bound coast"

which was very near us. The sails of our small vessel flapped with such

violence, that the captain says they must have been torn to pieces if

they had not been perfectly new. We have occupied ourselves since our

arrival here, in walking about the town and riding in its neighborhood.

Yesterday we visited the two light houses on Cape la Héve, and ascended

one of them to view from its roof the surrounding country, which is

beautiful, and bounded on three sides by the ocean. We purchased of an

old woman residing in the light house, some specimens of shell work;

and I chose for you a little dog, ingeniously made of small white

shells, whose tiny black eyes shine as brightly as your own. This

morning we surveyed the Frescati Baths, and the reservoir for oysters

in front of them. The baths are kept in elegant order, and the spacious

mansion containing them presents a handsome exterior. I did not relish

the oysters; they taste of copperas, as do those we get at home--and

this is natural enough, as they come out of the same waters. On the

shore, contiguous to the bathing establishment, we witnessed the

amusing spectacle of ladies and gentlemen in Turkish costume,

struggling in the briny element, whose billows almost threw them down,

although supported by the arms of sturdy sailors, and clinging to ropes

suspended from stakes on the beach. Last night we went to the theatre,

and were much entertained by the performance of Lepeintre, an excellent

comic actor from Paris. Havre is enclosed by lofty walls, outside of

which are deep moats, and the borders of these are covered with a

bright verdure. In the town there is a pleasant walk shaded by lime

trees, and the square in front of the theatre is laid off in gravel

walks, with seats on each side. Here the gentry of the city, and hosts

of children, with their nurses to guard them, assemble every afternoon.

It is also usual for a military band to play there at sunset. The most

interesting object in Havre is an old structure called the "Tower of

Francis the First," in which that monarch was sumptuously feasted by

the [primeval] inhabitants of this place, three centuries ago. But

money must have been of extreme value, and provisions very cheap in

that age, as it is said the banquet cost only thirty pounds; or perhaps

what then was considered a _feast_, would in these days of luxury be

thought an _ordinary meal_. The following anecdote will give you an

idea of the strength of the edifice. A crazy soldier once shut himself

up in it while the garrison were dining, and although he was strongly

besieged, maintained possession for two hours ere he was overcome. As

we are to rise at five o'clock to-morrow morning, for the purpose of

embarking for Rouen in the steamboat, I most retire to rest. Accept our

love, and remember us affectionately to aunt Margaret and Albert. I

hope you had a safe journey home from Southampton, and found all well

at the Lodge. Yours,

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