Port Phillip Hotel, Melbourne. September 22d, 1865. …. Now I must give you an account of our voyage: it has been a very quick one for the immense distance traversed, sometimes under canvas, but generally steaming. We saw no land between the Lizard and Cape Otway light-that is, for fifty-seven days: and oh, the monotony of that time!-the monotony of it! Our decks were so crowded that we divided our walking hours, in order that each set of passengers might have space to move about; for if every one had taken it into their heads to exercise themselves at the same time, we could hardly have exceeded the fisherman’s definition of a walk, -two steps and overboard.- I am ashamed to say I was more or less ill all the way, but, fortunately, F– was not, and I rejoiced at this from the most selfish motives, as he was able to take care of me.