...bosom of innocence ; — not a breath of air ; — while the reflection of the moon and stars, and the gentle rippling of the water against the sides of the vessel, completed the magic of the scene. Sat with my face turned towards England, absorbed in the reflections...

...moon had a pure, unclouded brightness. The river lay calm and tranquil as the bosom of innocence, and the gentle rippling of the water against the sides of the vessel made a lullaby to the ears, that brought on a refreshing sleep to digest a hearty dinner. Early next...