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SEEING LIVERPOOL.
On looking back to any given period of our life, we generally find that the intervening time appears much shorter than it really is.

We see at once the starting-post and the terminus, and the mind takes in at one view the entire space.
But this observation is more peculiarly applicable to a short passage across the Atlantic.

Knowing how great the distance is, and accustomed to consider the voyage as the work of many weeks, we are so astonished at finding ourselves transported in a few days, from one continent to another, that we can hardly credit the evidence of our own senses.
Who is there that on landing has not asked himself the question, "Is it possible that I am in England?
It seems but as yesterday that I was in America, to-day I am in Europe.

Is it a dream, or a reality ?" The river and the docks--the country and the town--the people and their accent--the verdure and the climate are all new to me.