Doctor taps Mr. Dibble on the eyebrow with
his forefinger, and away they go.

INSPECTOR (taking ticket again). Anastatia
Weedle.

ANASTATIA (a pretty girl, in a bright
Garibaldi, this morning elected by universal suffrage
the Beauty of the Ship). That is me, sir.

INSPECTOR. Going alone, Anastatia?

ANASTATIA (shaking her curls). I am with
Mrs. Jobson, sir, but I've got separated for the
moment.

INSPECTOR. Oh! You are with the Jobsons?
Quite right. That'll do, Miss Weedle. Don't
lose your ticket.

Away she goes, and joins the Jobsons who are
waiting for her, and stoops and kisses Brigham
Jobson—who appears to be considered too young
for the purpose, by several Mormons rising
twenty, who are looking on. Before her extensive
skirts have departed from the casks, a decent
widow stands there with four children, and so
the roll goes.

The faces of some of the Welsh people, among
whom there were many old persons, were
certainly the least intelligent. Some of these
emigrants would have bungled sorely, but for the
directing hand that was always ready. The
intelligence here was unquestionably of a low order,
and the heads were of a poor type. Generally the
case was the reverse. There were many worn
faces bearing traces of patient poverty and hard
work, and there was great steadiness of purpose
and much undemonstrative self-respect among
this class. A few young men were going singly.
Several girls were going, two or three together.
These latter I found it very difficult to refer back,
in my mind, to their relinquished homes and
pursuits. Perhaps they were more like country
milliners, and pupil teachers rather tawdily
dressed, than any other classes of young women.
I noticed, among many little ornaments worn,
more than one photograph-brooch of the Princess
of Wales, and also of the late Prince Consort.
Some single women of from thirty to forty,
whom one might suppose to be embroiderers,
or straw-bonnet-makers, were obviously going
out in quest of husbands, as finer ladies go to
India. That they had any distinct notions of a
plurality of husbands or wives, I do not believe.
To suppose the family groups of whom the
majority of emigrants were composed, polygamically
possessed, would be to suppose an absurdity,
manifest to any one who saw the fathers and
mothers.

I should say (I had no means of ascertaining
the fact) that most familiar kinds of handicraft
trades were represented here. Farm-labourers,
shepherds, and the like, had their full share of
representation, but I doubt if they
preponderated. It was interesting to see how the
leading spirit in the family circle never failed
to show itself, even in the simple process of
answering to the names as they were called,
and checking off the owners of the names.
Sometimes it was the father, much oftener the
mother, sometimes a quick little girl second or
third in order of seniority. It seemed to occur
for the first time to some heavy fathers, what
large families they had; and their eyes rolled
about, during the calling of the list, as if they
half misdoubted some other family to have been
smuggled into their own. Among all the fine
handsome children, I observed but two with
marks upon their necks that were probably
scrofulous. Out of the whole number of
emigrants, but one old woman was temporarily
set aside by the doctor, on suspicion of fever;
but even she afterwards obtained a clean bill of
health.

When all had "passed," and the afternoon
began to wear on, a black box became visible on
deck, which box was in charge of certain
personages also in black, of whom only one had
the conventional air of an itinerant preacher.
This box contained a supply of hymn-books,
neatly printed and got up, published at Liverpool,
and also in London at the "Latter-Day
Saints' Book Depôt, 30, Florence-street." Some
copies were handsomely bound; the plainer
were the more in request, and many were bought.
The title ran: " Sacred Hymns and Spiritual
Songs for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day
Saints." The Preface, dated Manchester,
1840, ran thus:—"The Saints in this country
have been very desirous for a Hymn Book
adapted to their faith and worship, that they
might sing the truth with an understanding
heart, and express their praise joy and gratitude
in songs adapted to the New and Everlasting
Covenant. In accordance with their wishes, we
have selected the following volume, which we
hope will prove acceptable until a greater
variety can be added. With sentiments of high
consideration and esteem, we subscribe ourselves your
brethren in the New and Everlasting Covenant,
BRIGHAM YOUNG, PARLEY P. PRATT, JOHN
TAYLOR." From this book—by no means
explanatory to myself of the New and Everlasting
Covenant, and not at all making my heart an
understanding one on the subject of that mystery
—a hymn was sung, which did not attract any
great amount of attention, and was supported
by a rather select circle. But the choir in the
boat was very popular and pleasant; and there
was to have been a Band, only the Cornet was
late in coming on board. In the course of the
afternoon, a mother appeared from shore, in
search of her daughter, "who had run away with
the Mormons." She received every assistance
from the Inspector, but her daughter was not
found to be on board. The saints did not seem
to me, particularly interested in finding her.

Towards five o'clock, the galley became full
of tea-kettles, and an agreeable fragrance of tea
pervaded the ship. There was no scrambling or
jostlingfor the hot water, no ill humour, no
quarrelling. As the Amazon was to sail with the
next tide, and as it would not be high water
before two o'clock in the morning, I left her with
her tea in full action, and her idle Steam Tug
lying by, deputing steam and smoke for the time
being to the Tea-kettles.

I afterwards learned that a Despatch was sent
home by the captain before he struck out into