The morning was bright but it kept up windy, and cold as any winter day. We had a sermon from Mr Malory about 3 o'clock and dined at five. We have been having only two meals for several days - breakfast at nine o'clock and dinner at four. The day was observed in the fleet. There was no work done, except this evening there were one or two schooners brought up. We had a chance to send letters to-day as we understand there is a mail to leave tomorrow. I wrote one letter to the Chronicle and one yesterday to John. Everything appears to be ready. I heard that Burnside said he would not move on a Friday or Sunday: on the first because of the superstition connected with it, on the latter because it was not right. There are 5 or so little tugs - very small - named, Lioness Champion, Tempest the smallest of all - and they look so bold and brave. rushing around.
