Steward, bring up another basket of champagne." It was regarded as a very able effort.
The festivities, so to speak, closed with another of those miraculous balls on the promenade deck.

We were not used to dancing on an even keel, though, and it was only a questionable success.

But take it all together, it was a bright, cheerful, pleasant Fourth.
Toward nightfall the next evening, we steamed into the great artificial harbor of this noble city of Marseilles, and saw the dying sunlight gild its clustering spires and ramparts, and flood its leagues of environing verdure with a mellow radiance that touched with an added charm the white villas that flecked the landscape far and near.

[Copyright secured according to law.] There were no stages out, and we could not get on the pier from the ship.
It was annoying.

We were full of enthusiasm--we wanted to see France! Just at nightfall our party of three contracted with a waterman for the privilege of using his boat as a bridge--its stern was at our companion ladder and its bow touched the pier.