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Wednesday May 11th
How restlessly we strive to make where we cannot find
occasion of excitement. A ship full rigged and with
all sails set was observed yesterday in the horizon
before us. Whole hours every person on board spent in
the endeavor to ascertain her course, her qualities
her name her destination. We overtook, signalled
passed her, and then extracted pleasure excellent
in our solitariness from ^"the Harvest Queen"^ a creature as indifferent to us
as we to all the equally wearied passengers who
greeted us from its decks.
An ominous placard placed mid-ship
up warns the second cabin passengers that they must
not pass above the wheel. The whole ship is free
to the first. A substantial ^ farmer

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^ citizen of New Jersey fifty
or more years old is taking his pretty little wife
of eighteen to visit her friends in England . They are
in the 2nd cabin. Some of our mischievous young men
in the first have flattered and enticed her into
the select circle on the after deck. There is jealousy
already, perhaps forbidden love. Shall we have
the Washington tragedy re-enacted on these crowds!
The wind has changed, the mercury fallen
during the night, and we are shivering in all the sunny
nooks and corners, but the barometer still stands at a
balance between "Fair" and Set Fair". So may it hold.