sympathetic woman sees and enjoys, what the grosser, less nimble vision of man would fail to note, or noting would miss widely from its deeper significance in the sum of things-this that pleases us, this that lures us from page to page to the end. And so we have another proof that the great poet did not fall one whit below that high philosophic standard which everywhere has guided him in his interpretation of human nature, when he makes one of his characters say: "From women's eyes this doctrine I derive; W. H. WYNN. Iowa State College, Ames, Iowa. EUROPE THROUGH A WOMAN'S EYE. CHAPTER I. On the 29th of April, 1882, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the old steamship Egypt, of the National line, that had ploughed the deep for eleven years, steamed out of New York bay, and my husband and I bade good-bye to America, for a few months. For an hour before sailing, the deck was crowded with the friends of those who were about to take the long voyage of three thousand five hundred miles across the Atlantic ocean. A graceful young lady stepped up to us and introduced herself as a sister of one of my most intimate girl friends (Jessie Beck). She had come as her sister's representative, to bid us "God speed," and at parting presented me a lovely little nosegay, a delicate cream rose encircled with forget-me-nots and geranium leaves. I almost worshiped these few flowers, and kept them fresh for many days; for if there is any place in the world where people appreciate flowers it is on the broad, deep ocean, where none of nature's green relieves the eye, but all is water-water everywhere. In two hours the shores of America had entirely vanished from sight. It was with a tinge of sadness that we stood on deck and watched the land until it appeared like a tiny speck on the horizon. We had left America, home and friends behind; but grand old historical Europe, the country we had so long desired to see, was ahead! Everything on the vessel was new and strange, and we flew hither and thither, to learn all we could about what was to be our little world for eleven days. The Egypt is four hundred and fifty feet long and forty-six feet wide. The saloon passengers, ninety-nine in number, occupied one part of the ship, and the steerage passengers the other. The dining saloon is one hundred and fifty feet long, the tables running the entire length, with velvet-cushioned benches for seats, and the floors are carpeted with Brussels. The state-rooms on either side of the dining-saloon are six by eight feet, with quite good accommodations. We had four meals a day; breakfast, at half-past eight; lunch, at half-past twelve; dinner, at five; and tea, at half-past eight in the evening. The meals were simply wonderful. For instance, this is an ordinary bill of fare for dinner: Mock-turtle and spring soup. Pigeons on toast, and mushrooms. Mutton cutlets, curried chicken and rice. Dresden patties, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Boiled mutton and caper sauce. Roast lamb and mint sauce. Roast fillet of veal, corned pork and vegetables. Corned beef, roast turkey, sausages and cranberry sauce. Duck and green peas. Ham and tongue, pickles and asparagus. Plum and custard pudding, damson tarts, currant pies, Leipzig and plum cakes, Genoese pastry, apple tripple blanc mange, calves-foot jelly, Charlotte russe, macaroni cheese. Apples, oranges, raisins, and several kinds of nuts. All of the China dishes bear this stamp, "National Steamship Company," "Pro orbis utilitate" (for the use of the world). The tureens for meats and vegetables are of solid silver, and when the bell taps, the waiters take all the covers off at once, sometimes revealing the most unheard-of mixtures. Mr. Culler took four square meals every day, and did not indulge in seasickness. But alas! I was not so fortunate: the first night I fully realized what it was to be "rocked in the cradle of the deep," and the next morning upon raising my head from my pillow, I was initiated into the mysteries of sea-sickness, and it clung to me tenaciously; for seven successive days, I cast up my accounts accurately, several times to the smallest decimal fraction. The feeling is indescribable! If any one had proposed to throw me overboard, I don't know that I should have objected. The kind hands which always minister to my comfort dressed me, and managed to get me on deck in a fainting condition. Wrapped in a heavy sea-blanket and supported on either side, I walked the deck until the color returned to my lips. But when I attempted to recline in a sea-chair the sickness returned, and I was obliged to walk again.—It seemed that I must either walk or die-and thus I spent the entire day. Our second Sabbath out was, however, much more agreeably spent. We had church service in the dining saloon. Pillows piled up on the table and covered with a scarlet cloth served as a pulpit. The Captain read the service of the Church of England, my husband preached the sermon, and the renowned Philip Phillips and his son James sang, accompanied by the piano. At sea people are more sociable than on land. Nobody thinks of waiting for a formal introduction. All sorts of people are on board, high and low, rich and poor, cultured and ignorant, selfish and generous, joyous and those bearing heavy burdens of sorrow. One lady, whose home was in Texas, started with her consumptive husband for England. He died on the steamer, just as they were entering New York Bay. She buried him in New York, and then embarked in the Egypt. This was a sad, She returned to her friends in England, whom years ago to become the happy bride of her On our homeward voyage, a poor mother among the steerage passengers watched anxiously by the couch of her dying child, and another gave birth to a sweet little baby, who will never be able to say, "This is my own, my native land." sad trip for her. she left but two lover in Texas. Although life on the ocean wave seems very monotonous to those afflicted with sea-sickness, yet to others it has many attractions. At night the beautiful phosphorescent lights may be seen, looking like sparkling diamonds on the water. Then the pretty rainbows in the spray; and one morning after a shower, |