In fact it seems to get worse and if it were not for
the love of the Saviour and for the dear friends who
are praying for me in America I would be almost tempted
to give up the ghost. No meals today can keep nothing
on my stomach, so I retire.

Dec. 10 = Thursday

Poor Morrison is in a terrible fix, he had off not his
clothes for 2 nights, he looks forlorn. I slept quite
well, but when I would awake I could hear Morrison over
the spittoon at a terrible rate gagging. I thought I
began to feel better this a.m. and drank some coffee

but that made me worse again, and all the aem. I kept
casting my bread upon the water ~ at last getting
desparate and being obedient to the advice of a French
M.D. on board I ordered a bottle of champagne & to my
great surprise and satisfaction, I did not vomit any
more today. I told Morrison what I had done and he took
a swallow of my champ. and he did not vomit any more and
slept very well.

Dec. 11 - Friday

After a good night's rest I heard Morrison up very
early and he was afraid he could not hold what little
he already had on his stomach so he ordered a bot. of
champagne and he and I both took a dose + and we went
to breakfast and I am glad to say we are now much better.
But yesterday when I ordered my champagne, a stuart who
was very sick and needed simpathy came by my door and I
called him in and offered him a dose & he said ina
most longing tones "Is it good for a sick man?" 1 told
him I tho't so and he took what I poured out for him
and about an hour after I saw him hard at work and he
came by where I was sitting on deck, and in his broken
Eng. said "I'm allright now thank you." The sea is now
quite calm, but somehow our ship rolls from one side to
the other continually ~ the day has been very bright
and beautiful and this p.m. we passed several ship
which seemed bound for Lisbon. Now I retire leaving
all the passengers, except Brothers Armstrong, Morrison,
& myself, in the dining saloon drinking their wine &
beer and enjoying their smoke and chat & singing &
playing on the piano and flute - and such singing and
encoring you never heard - and oh, My, what chattering.
Good night.
