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6S Letters written during the late Voyage of Discovery meal; a piece of English beef was roasted on the occasion, which had been preserved in perfect order from the preceding May, without salt, solely by the cold of the climate to which we had ever since been exposed. The thermometer this day, when at the maximum, was at —24°, the barometer mean 29 , 6‘48 inches. The wind being from the N.W., but very moderate, and the wea ther fine, several officers had a pleasant walk on shore for an hour. About 8 A.M. of the 2(>'th, it blew a fresh breeze from the same quarter, and the thermometer rose as usual from —20° to —6° : but towards midnight the mercury fell to—17°- Conti nuing to sink for the four ensuing days, on the .‘30th it had sunk to —43°, a point to which we had never before seen it descend. The weather during these four days was very calm, clear, and fine. Between 7 and 8 A.M. of the 30th, the barometer rose to 30 - 75 incites, a height to which it had never before risen since we left the Thames. The heavens to the S. at noon, near the horizon, displayed all the colours of the rainbow. Having now brought down our transactions and observations to the close of 1819, I will also close this rambling epistle, with expressing every good wish for all at home, and all their and my good friends. Your’s most affectionately, &c. &c. LETTER X. Winter Harbour, lit March, 1820. Dkar Brother, I am no poet, you know, nor do I pretend to be a judge of poe try ; but there are certain energetic productions which early made an impression on my memory ;—an impression not soon, I trust, to be effaced. In Paradise Lost, for instance, I have often been struck with the skill displayed by Milton in forming the charac ter of the arch fiend, in which envy and malice, too often, I fear, the companions of state-ambition, are the prominent features. After a voyage still more extraordinary than ours, the infernal hero, landing on the verge of the solar system, thus addresses the life and soul of that system “ which now sat high in his meridian power.” “ O thou that with surpassing glory crown’d, Look’st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, O sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams.”