The funeral of the poor sea-captain to-day was most touching. Every boat in the Harbour seemed to be there, and the coffin was carried by...

Lucy was very restless all night, and I, too, could not sleep. The storm was fearful, and as it boomed loudly among the chimney-pots, it...

Varna to Whitby. Written 18 July, things so strange happening, that I shall keep accurate note henceforth till we land. On 6 July we...