Saturday May 6th At Sea.
Another beautiful day - made 240 miles in the last 24 hours. The Cap't says such a succession of five days is rare. Lots of Whist. Mr Phillips when complimented on his attention to us ladies said he had had a "little dab" of women. He says I play Whist like "lightening on a limb" - Such Western traits - He calls us ladies, seated in our Steamer chairs in the waist his "Strawberry patch." He talks of the far West with me and thinks me a miracle in my acquaintance with it, knows Sturgis, Goodell & all that crowd. Grace having quite a time with Wallach. I have to labor with Mother every evening to induce the [?] to allow her to stay out late. Between Mama and the Cap't Grace is well disciplined. Had a long talk with Mrs Lee about Amherst, where she used to live, is daughter of Pres. Stearns. She asked about Will Mead - and knew Mrs Kingsley who she said was in love with a Mr Winthrop Smith and not Mr Kingsley. More Whist.
She lies within her little berth
All secretly down below
It was a most affecting sight.
To see the upper row.
Milly Smithers, Milly Smithers!
G.C. 11.20 A.M. May 3rd
Sir Townsend
He of youthful men
indifferent and gay
Eh! Could I but his gaze attract
How sweet would pass the day!
G.C.
The Wallach youth we all approve
Though he is but too willing
To make a sentimental move,
He needs a little drilling.
G.C.
His stories were novel and rare,
They made the passenger stare
His most serious fault
Was a weakness for malt,
Which is a very detestable fare.
Dr. Robertson
Whist
3 games I beat 1 against Mr L & Miss S.
5 " " " 4 " Mr. P & Mrs L
4 " " " 4 " Mr K. & Mrs L.
6 " " " 4 " Mr P. & Mrs L.
4 " " " 2 " Mr B. & Mrs L
4 " " " 4 " Mr K & Mrs. L.
2 " " " 1 " Mr P. " " "
4 " " " " " " " " " "
2 " " " " " " " " " "
3 " " " 3 " " P. " Mrs. L.
3 " " " 3 " " P. " " "
3 " " " 2 " " P. " Mrs. L.
5 " " " 2 " " P. " " "
5 " " " 4 " " P. " " "
4 " " " 2 " Miss S & Mrs L
3 " " " 2 " Mr P. & Mrs L.
58 games I won 38 games
11 games I won 9 games
69 games I won 47 games
There was a brave skipper named Hale
Whose looks were enormously stale.
He would slumber & snore
Till it got such a bore
That we fired him over the rail
This skipper was mighty & wise
He rivaled great Jumbo in size
He sleeps day and night
And his skin is so tight
He cannot see out of his eyes.
When the Cap't sits a table
You would think it quite a farce
To learn the lots of grub that he can stand,
And between each dainty bite
His wit is so bright
That you feel like with a feather being fanned.
He discussed bread and hash
With an ardor that were rash.
Unless you know how amply he is planned.
T'would really make you shiver.
To see him tackle liver,
With knife and fork in his capacious hand.
Dr. R -
Poem -
Canto First
Boy - Gun!
Joy" - Fun!
Canto Second.
Gun - bust!
Boy - Dust!
Whist
3 games I beat 2 with Mr K against Mr & Mrs L.
3 " I " 3 " " " " " " " "
1 " I " 1 " " " " " " " "
2 " I " 1 " Mr K " Miss S & Mrs L.
2 " I " 2 " Mr L. " " " " Mr S
11 games I won 9 games
Altho' his prime is over
He can still assume the lover
And no maiden's blush
His fervor can abash.
He thinks is not derogative
To use his great "prerogative"
And make of all the gentle sex a mash -
Dr. R.
Miss Cabot, languid and pale
At breakfast always did fail
Oh! Give me some beer, Mr Adams my dear,
She cried and "I'll never turn pale"
G.C.
To Mr Adams
In disgrace. June 18th. Going Home!
There's no way our reproofs of delaying
There's no way our kind thought of repaying
Save to blot out your sins
By a whacking of shins
With the pins that are used for belaying.
E.S.
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