long “Siesta” every day after dinner, the Butcher is also in disgrace for killing a sheep yesterday morning, to save its life, as soon as the Captain saw it he ordered it to be committed to the deep immediately, and with him “No sooner said than done”, no doubt the porpoises in the vicinity had a head of fresh Mutton.

At Noon a large piece of wreck went by on our Port Side, which gave rise to thoughts and reflections, not of the most pleasing character. Gibraltar is now abreast of us, on our Port Quarter, and a rumour has gone the rounds of the Poop that we shall sight Madeira