The west side of Haiti visible, though distant ninety miles.

On this fine balmy morning I enjoyed exceedingly the cheerful notes of our canary.

This is a little prisoner made on board one of the whalers; and sometimes at early morning I fancy myself amid "jessamine bowers," inhaling the fragrance of flowers and listening to the notes of the wild songsters so common in our dear Southern land.

May God speedily clear it of the wicked, fanatical hordes that are now desolating it under pretence of liberty and free government! If the Californian steamers still take this route, the steamer of the 1st must have been delayed, otherwise she should have passed us last night.

Several sail in sight, but I cannot yet leave my station to overhaul them, lest my principal object should be defeated.
At noon, a schooner would insist on stumbling right into my path, without the necessity of a chase.