point, where there is a depression in the nearer range. On the left
there are mountains of a similar character, overtopped by one 10,000
feet high. The sea is deeply blue and the sun scorching, but the air
cool--almost cold. We have had a good deal of wind and sea against us
for the last three days; but we passed the Straits of Jubal early this
morning, and hope to be at Suez during the night.

On the 24th he was once more enjoying the fresh and invigorating breezes of
Europe:--

[Sidenote: The Mediterranean.]

_Sunday, March 24th.--On board H.M.S. 'Terrible.'_--Here is a change of
scene! The last words of this journal were written in the Gulf of
Suez, on board the 'Ferooz.' I now write from the Mediterranean, off
the island of Candia, whose snow-capped mountains are looking down
upon us; very different from the parched ranges of hills wrapped in
perpetual heat haze, which I described to you four days ago.

[Sidenote: Greece.]

_March 26th.--Seven A.M._--I have been about two hours on deck. A
beautiful morning, and smooth sea. On our right the coast of Albania,
hilly and wooded. On our left the land is low, and covered apparently
with olive trees. Before us the southern end of Corfu, which we are
approaching. Farther on, the channel along which we are gliding seems
to be closed in as a lake, the Corfu mountains and those of Greece
overlapping each other. The snow-covered crests of some of the latter
gleam in the sunshine. It is a lovely scene. Yesterday we passed Cape
Matapan, Zante, &c., all on our right; but there was a good deal of
wind and sea, and an unusual amount of motion for the 'Terrible.'
Navarino, too, we passed; but I did not know it at the time. We
propose to call in at Corfu, take in coal, and see what can be seen
during the day. But I hope to be off for Trieste to-morrow morning.

[Sidenote: Corfu.]

_March 27th._--We found at Corfu three line-of-battle ships and
Admiral Dacres, who came on board to see me. I landed at 11 A.M., and
went to the Government House, where I found Sir H. Storks. He took me
a drive of about thirteen miles, to the top of a pass in the mountains
called Pantaleone, from which there is a very extensive view. It is a
beautiful island. The day bright and sunny. Nothing can be more
picturesque than the town. The people, too, seem to me very handsome.