LIVERPOOL,October 26,1846
My dear sons:Thank God with me that we are once more on TERRAFIRMA.We arrived yesterday morning at ten o'clock,after a very rough voyage and after riding all night in the Channel in a tremendous gale,so bad that no pilot could reach us to bring us in on Saturday evening.A record of a sea voyage will be only interesting to you who love me,but I must give it to you that you may know what to expect if you ever undertake it;but first,I must sum it all up by saying that of all horrors,of all physical miseries,tortures,and distresses,a sea voyage is the greatest ...The Liverpool paper this morning,after announcing our arrival says:"The GREAT WESTERn,notwithstanding she encountered throughout a series of most severe gales,accomplished the passage in sixteen days and twelve hours."To begin at the moment I left New York:I was so absorbed by the pain of parting from you that I was in a state of complete apathy with regard to all about me.I did not sentimentalize about "the receding shores of my country;"I hardly looked at them,indeed.
Friday I was awoke in the middle of the night by the roaring of the wind and sea and SUCH motion of the vessel.
The gale lasted all Saturday and Sunday,strong from the North,and as we were in the region where the waters of the Bay of Fundy run out and meet those of the Gulf of St.Lawrence,afterwards we had a strong cross sea.May you never experience a "cross sea."...Oh how I wished it had pleased God to plant some little islands as resting-places in the great waste of waters,some resting station.
But no,we must keep on,on,with everything in motion that your eye could rest on.Everything tumbling about ...We lived through it,however,and the sun of Sunday morn rose clear and bright.A pilot got on board about seven and at ten we were in Liverpool.