.

Mr. Hamilton, a clergyman of the Irish Epis., decrepit easy
Christian.

Mr. Grindrod, a Methodist preacher going to Kingston as a president
from England, possessing more activity and apparent piety.

Captain Kenney, an officer on half-pay, had seen a good deal of high
life.

Mr. Cayley, a good-looking but rather coxcomical young man, he and
his parents had resided at St. Petersburg.

Mr. Webster, a native of the West Indies and had resided there
several years, his father more than 30 years, now resided at
Cheltenham.

Mr. Seaton, an American, had crossed the Atlantic several times and
also been in the West Indies.

Mr. Jackson, of Barnsley, rather deaf, but seemed to have more money
than wit; he and his two brothers carry on an extensive
manufactory of linen and woollen business.

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The _Hibernia_, 108 feet long.

The Captain, James L. Wilson, of New York, a jolly sort of fellow
with more navigation than religion.

List of passengers:

Mr. Street, formerly of Boston, now New York, dealer in dry goods,
chiefly Manchester where he had resided three years; a pleasant
sensible man, rather touchy.

Mr. Williams, of New York, a rattling talking fellow, not much
excepting having got some dollars, now setting off to make a tour
through Europe for the benefit of his health; talks of soon
learning French and singing; another John Jones.

Mr. D. Holzknecht, of Trieste, a good-natured sort of person; his
father bound for his return to Italy.

Mr. Frankland, of Liverpool, a lively intelligent Quaker; been two
or three times to Italy, partly pleasure and partly business; left
in November and had been to New Orleans and Quebec.

Mr. Hopkins, of Hartford, Mass., a Professor going to London to
purchase philosophical instruments, and purposed attending
lectures in Paris, but not knowing French I recommended him to
Edinburgh which he seemed to approve.

DIARY OF A JOURNEY TO AMERICA IN 1834

THURSDAY, MAY 1ST, 1834.

Left home quarter past 10 accompanied by my three friends, Mr. Baker,
Mr. John Dean, and Cousin Peter Heywood. Took a walk to the Prince's
Dock[1]; found my berth situated near the foot of the staircase. Thence
we proceeded to Mr. Thornley's office and met with the kindest
at