ose he murdered," writes Mr
Montefiore.

_Monday, November 5th._--They went on shore to take leave of all their
friends. Mr Barker gave Mr Montefiore a letter to Lord Dudley,
soliciting the post of consul-general. He advised Capt. Anderson, as a
friend, not to start, and the person who had chartered the captain's
vessel also insisted on her waiting for a proper convoy, as the French
schooner had refused to be delayed at sea for any but French ships. Mr
Barker advised Mr Montefiore to go by one of the French vessels. "They
had the conscience," Mr Montefiore says, "to ask 10,000 francs. Capt.
Anderson, however, has resolved to go, and we shall go with him."

CHAPTER VI.

1827-1828.

MR AND MRS MONTEFIORE LEAVE ALEXANDRIA--A SEA VOYAGE SIXTY YEARS
AGO.

_Wednesday, November 7th, 1827._--Mr and Mrs Montefiore left Egypt. At
11 A.M. they were out of the harbour, sailing under the protection of
the French schooner _La Dauphinoise_, Capt. Auvray, the convoy
consisting of four French, one Austrian, three English, and one
Russian vessel.

_Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday._--They proceeded with some
difficulty, but on Friday, November 30, all on board thought they
would be able to enter the harbour of Malta, as the weather was
favourable, and Captain Anderson had resolved to make the attempt,
although the sun had already set. In about two hours they were so near
the shore that they could see the lights distinctly, and they could
not have been more than a mile from the mouth of the port. All were
extremely happy, expecting to anchor within an hour. "How frail are
human joys," exclaims Mr Montefiore; "most suddenly the wind had
changed again to the west, and commenced blowing in a terrific manner.
Thus, in an instant, were our hopes gone, and we were blown off the
land, a tremendous sea obliging us to take to our beds. God only knows
when we shall reach Malta."

_Saturday, December 1._--"The last was a dreadful night," he writes,
"it blew almost a hurricane: a frightful sea: the ship rolled and
pitched so as to occasion serious alarm to all on board. Poor Judith
suffered severely. The captain had never in his life experienced a
worse night, and to prevent our being blown further off Malta, he
carried a press of sail. I shall never forget the night, but on each
Sabbath eve shall recollect with gratitude God's mercy in saving us
from destruction. This morning, at daybreak, we were five miles off
Malta, having reta