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96 Letters written during the late Voyage of Discovery have passed over the meridian N. from the magnetic pole, or that spot in which the N. end of the needle would have pointed due S.; a spot which in our position must have been in about long. 100° W. from Greenwich on the parallel of 7b°. On the top of a hill or rising ground, two miles from the landing place, a heap of stones was collected over a bottle containing a bit of paper recording the ships’ names and the date of their being on the coast. Wednesday, 1st September, the compasses were now quite useless, and for some days past the haze allowed us to judge of the sun’s position only by a brightness in that quarter of the heavens where he was. Having observed the general direction of the wind from the eastward, and the respective distance and situation of the Hecla and Griper while the sun was visible, the same distance and situation were carefully maintained as long as circumstances required it. Our principal dependence, however, was on the soundings, which increased or diminished, with toler able regularity, as we were more or less off from the land. While we were on this part of the strait, or among the islands, it was rather surprising how few animals of any kind were seen ; only a few seals and gulls. Being thus compelled to desist from every attempt to push on to the westward, new experiments on the dip of the needle were made on the ice, which coincided very nearly with those made on Byam Martin’s island. At last, this morning, the 1st September, the fog was succeeded by thick snow and sleet ; but a breeze springing up, and there being but little ice in the neighbourhood of the ships, prepa rations were made for pursuing our course. After some time we had a peep at the sun, and standing on to the westward, about 9 A.M. we found ourselves a few miles off’from a low point of land, which seemed to belong to a different island.—But here I must bid you all adieu, until I shall be able to tell you some thing correctly on the subject. Everyour’s, &c. LETTER VII. My dear Thomas, Arctic Ocean, 1st October, 1819. Little did ] or any one else in this expedition imagine, that when my last letter of the first past was concluded, we were so near the termination of our operations and researches, for pro bably a considerable time to come. Little did we count on being ayrested by the ice in this most dismal and desolate region, and