Every now and again, however, some song that touched the pathos of our situation was given forth; and you could hear by the voices that took up the burden how the sentiment came home to each, “The Anchor’s Weighed” was true for us. We were indeed “Rocked on the bosom of the stormy deep.” How many of us could say with the singer, “I’m lonely tonight, love, without you,” or, “Go, someone, and tell them from me, to write me a letter from home”! And when was there a more appropriate moment for “Auld Lang Syne” than now, when the land, the friends, and the affections of that mingled but beloved time were fading and fleeing behind us in the vessel’s wake? It pointed forward to the hour when these labours should be overpast, to the return voyage, and to many a meeting in the sanded inn, when those who had parted in the spring of youth should again drink a cup of kindness in their age. Had not Burns contemplated emigration, I scarce believe he would have found that note.