faith in that voyage till the ship is under way. How do I know she will

ever sail? My passage is paid, and if the ship sails, I sail in her--but

I make no calculations, have bought no cigars, no sea-going clothing

--have made no preparation whatever--shall not pack my trunk till the

morning we sail. Yet my hands are full of what I am going to do the day

before we sail--and what isn't done that day will go undone.

All I do know or feel, is, that I am wild with impatience to move--move

--move! Half a dozen times I have wished I had sailed long ago in some