We have made our best run--348 knots from noon yesterday till noon
to-day. Our ship, though a splendid seaboat, is not speedy, and
these two last trips has fallen behind her schedule. An expert
engineer, sent down especially from London, has joined us at
Gibraltar, and we are now making better time. Smooth seas, sunny
skies, and a summer temperature have made this latter part of our
voyage extremely pleasant, and yet we long for its end, or rather we
long to reach our goal. Several of the passengers left us at
Gibraltar, others joined us there. It is the way of life, which is
all summed up in a coming and a going and a passing away. In truth
we do but get glimpses of one another as we pass through it. How
short is all that comes to an end! "We have not here a lasting city,
but seek one which is to come."
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