Sunday, September 3rd 1854 ~ At sea

At sea ~ The morning is glorious, no wind and no sea of any consequence, the ship is scarcely making two knots per hour. This quite comes up to my idea of a Sabbath at sea, the stillness of the waters recalls the unwonted quiet of a New England village on the Lord’s day. The wide expanse enlarges and elevates our thoughts, while the balmy air inspires peace and content. Of course all are feeling well. We had service in the cabin at eleven o’clock. I read the service and Dr. Gallup the lessons, after which I read a sermon. We sat upon the deck until about 9 o’clock.