howled through our almost naked shrouds like a thousand winged spirits waiting to chaunt our requiem; but under the providential care of HIM who governs the winds and the waves, and who formed the ocean from his palm, our gallant barque bore us safely out the gale. Then said I-- "God speed thee, good ship, on thy pathway of foam, The sea is thy country, the billow thy home." When the light of the next morning had dawned upon us, I arose and went out upon deck, and found our lady of the deep attired in full dress, bearing us over the bosom of the gently rolling billow, apparently as careless and unconcerned as though nothing had happened; and, safely has she brought us into port, so I will sing-- Now on Europe's shores we're landed, Far away from ocean's roar; Where howling winds and rolling surges, Disturb our anxious hearts no more. Still is every note of tempest, Calmly sleeps the peerless wave; An emblem of our friends departed, Whose dust reposes in the grave. Thanks to Him who holds the billow, And rides aloft on fleecy clouds; Let heaven, earth, and seas adore him, With all the vast unnumber'd crowds. Worthy! worthy is the Saviour! Who, for sinners, once was slain; Swell! oh, swell! the joyful anthem, All ye wretched sons of men. Come unto this bleeding fountain, Meek and lowly you must be; Bear the cross and wash in Jordan, Then from guilt he'll set you free. My poetic organ is not largely developed, so for the correctness of the measure and rhyme of these few lines I will not be responsible. When in Bavaria I wrote brother Joseph a long letter; it was sometime in August last. I hope he received it, for I think it would do him good--at least it was written with that intention; and I sent one to my wife at about the same time: the answers I hope to receive when I get to Bavaria again. Fare you well; I love you all, I pray for you all, and by the grace of God, I always shall. I am your brother, far away, and yet near, ORSON HYDE. * * * * _Regenshurgh, January_ 30, 1842. TO BROTHER PRATT ALONE, Sir,--I have thought proper to send this letter to you also, for the same reasons as are assigned in the other. You will therefore publish them both together, if you shall think proper to do any thing with them. The whole was written in Trieste, except these last lines. Not having a convenient opportunity to send them from that place, I brought them with me here to Regensburgh. I now have the pleasure of acknowledging the receipt of your two letters, and one from my wife and brother Joseph, dated 14th November last. I was thrice glad to hear from you all: I laughed and cried altogether. I have no room here to reply, but you may hear from me again by and by.