I arrived at New Orleans in January. Ten days had transported me from winter to summer weather; from where the earth was bound in chains of ice, and covered with snow, to where mother earth was teeming with vegetable life, and covered with a carpet, in which were blended the tints of the rainbow. Jack Frost was busy, biting ears and fingers, in Louisville, but in New Orleans gnats and musquitoes were fully as eager to bite at every exposed point. I heard Dr. Clapp, but he had not then embraced the better faith, and I formed no acquaintance with him. I traveled all over the city, and visited the battle ground where General Jackson gave the English such a drubbing. I wanted to preach on the spot, but could not find a door of entrance. No one seemed to care for any thing but money, and dissipation. Mammon and Bacchus were the gods mostly worshiped. The churches on Sunday were nearly empty, but the theaters, museums, gambling dens, and grog-shops, were crowded. There were doubtless some righteous men there, but to a stranger, they seemed to be as scarce as they were in Sodom of old. CHAPTER III. A SEA VOYAGE--A MEETING AT SEA--TORNADO--STRANGE VESSEL--IN TEXAS--TRAVELS TO HOUSTON--HARD FARE--THE COUNTRY--SLEEPING ON THE GROUND--VERY THIRSTY--MUST HAVE WATER--COLORADO RIVER--SOUND ASLEEP ON ITS BANKS--CROSSES THE RIVER ON LOGS--CORN CAKE--A SURPRISE--IN HOUSTON--GENERAL HOUSTON--THE ATTORNEY GENERAL OF TEXAS--SAN JACINTO BATTLE GROUND--A PANDEMONIUM--BUCK WHEAT CAKES--EMBARKED FOR NEW ORLEANS--A CONDEMNED VESSEL--ON ALLOWANCE--IN NEW ORLEANS--A CONTRAST--AGUE AND FEVER--UP THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER.