This morning at half past two o’clock we arrived at Halifax, where we stopped about an hour and a half. I arose and dressed in season to see the town in the distance as we were leaving it. Twenty years ago and more I came here with my father and paid for my nominally well trip in the Acadia by one of the most painful days of132 sickness at that place which I ever experienced. This time my stomach was recovering its tone instead of losing it. The thermometer stood at 21° and a little fine snow was flying in the air, but I seldom remember feeling a keener relish for a light and simple breakfast. The wind was north, very cold and quite fresh, but being directly behind us, I found it did not affect me at all, Mrs Adams had been very sick in the night, so much so that I called the Dr attached to the ship, who gave her a draught that quieted her. Most of the other passengers were sick in the night, and my five ladies came to table. It was very cold all day, but the vessel with the aid of all her sails including standing sails made great progress. This north wind has banished all fog, the great annoyance to navigators at Halifax at this season. I read today a couple of chapters of Macaulay’s posthumous volume of his History, and on the whole made out to be a better seaman than I anticipated. My fellow passengers do not seem to interest me much. I retire early—