On the afternoon of Saturday, I dined with Mr.B.and his family, an interesting group, - his lady, his beautiful daughters, and his son, a fine intelligent young man.Early the next morning, a steamer, the BALEAR, was to quit Cadiz for Marseilles, touching on the way at Algeciras, Gibraltar, and various other ports of Spain.I had engaged my passage on board her as far as Gibraltar, having nothing farther to detain me at Cadiz; my business with the custom-house having been brought at last to a termination, though I believe I should never have got through it but for the kind assistance of Mr.B.
I quitted this excellent man and my other charming friends at a late hour with regret.I believe that I carried with me their very best wishes; and, in whatever part of the world I, a poor wanderer in the Gospel's cause, may chance to be, I shall not unfrequently offer up sincere prayers for their happiness and well-being.
Before taking leave of Cadiz, I shall relate an anecdote of the British consul, characteristic of him and the happy manner in which he contrives to execute the most disagreeable duties of his situation.I was in conversation with him in a parlour of his house, when we were interrupted by the entrance of two very unexpected visitors: they were the captain of a Liverpool merchant vessel and one of the crew.The latter was a rough sailor, a Welshman, who could only express himself in very imperfect English.They looked unutterable dislike and defiance at each other.It appeared that the latter had refused to work, and insisted on leaving the ship, and his master had in consequence brought him before the consul, in order that, if he persisted, the consequences might be detailed to him, which would be the forfeiture of his wages and clothes.
This was done; but the fellow became more and more dogged, refusing ever to tread the same deck again with his captain, who, he said, had called him "Greek, lazy lubberly Greek,"which he would not bear.The word Greek rankled in the sailor's mind, and stung him to the very core.Mr.B., who seemed to be perfectly acquainted with the character of Welshmen in general, who are proverbially obstinate when opposition is offered to them, and who saw at once that the dispute had arisen on foolish and trivial grounds, now told the man, with a smile, that he would inform him of a way by which he might gain the weather-gage of every one of them, consul and captain and all, and secure his wages and clothes; which was by merely going on board a brig of war of her Majesty, which was then lying in the bay.The fellow said he was aware of this, and intended to do so.His grim features, however, instantly relaxed in some degree, and he looked more humanely upon his captain.Mr.B.then, addressing himself to the latter, made some observations on the impropriety of using the word Greek to a British sailor; not forgetting, at the same time, to speak of the absolute necessity of obedience and discipline on board every ship.His words produced such an effect, that in a very little time the sailor held out his hand towards his captain, and expressed his willingness to go on board with him and perform his duty, adding, that the captain, upon the whole, was the best man in the world.So they departed mutually pleased;the consul making both of them promise to attend divine service at his house on the following day.
Sunday morning came, and I was on board the steamer by six o'clock.As I ascended the side, the harsh sound of the Catalan dialect assailed my ears.In fact, the vessel was Catalan built, and the captain and crew were of that nation;the greater part of the passengers already on board, or who subsequently arrived, appeared to be Catalans, and seemed to vie with each other in producing disagreeable sounds.A burly merchant, however, with a red face, peaked chin, sharp eyes, and hooked nose, clearly bore off the palm; he conversed with astonishing eagerness on seemingly the most indifferent subjects, or rather on no subject at all; his voice would have sounded exactly like a coffee-mill but for a vile nasal twang:
he poured forth his Catalan incessantly till we arrived at Gibraltar.Such people are never sea-sick, though they frequently produce or aggravate the malady in others.We did not get under way until past eight o'clock, for we waited for the Governor of Algeciras, and started instantly on his coming on board.He was a tall, thin, rigid figure of about seventy, with a long, grave, wrinkled countenance; in a word, the very image of an old Spanish grandee.We stood out of the bay, rounding the lofty lighthouse, which stands on a ledge of rocks, and then bent our course to the south, in the direction of the straits.It was a glorious morning, a blue sunny sky and blue sunny ocean; or, rather, as my friend Oehlenschlaeger has observed on a similar occasion, there appeared two skies and two suns, one above and one below.
Our progress was rather slow, notwithstanding the fineness of the weather, probably owing to the tide being against us.In about two hours we passed the Castle of Santa Petra, and at noon were in sight of Trafalgar.The wind now freshened and was dead ahead; on which account we hugged closely to the coast, in order to avoid as much as possible the strong heavy sea which was pouring down from the Straits.We passed within a very short distance of the Cape, a bold bluff foreland, but not of any considerable height.
It is impossible for an Englishman to pass by this place - the scene of the most celebrated naval action on record -without emotion.Here it was that the united navies of France and Spain were annihilated by a far inferior force; but that force was British, and was directed by one of the most remarkable men of the age, and perhaps the greatest hero of any time.Huge fragments of wreck still frequently emerge from the watery gulf whose billows chafe the rocky sides of Trafalgar:
