On Wednesday, June 5th, the “Prince Albert” was declared ready for sea; and never shall I forget the day. From early morning, crowds of persons, either friends or relatives of the men on board of us, or of those on board of whalers or the other discovery ships; besides numbers interested merely in our vessel and the object of its voyage, congregated on the quay opposite to us. Towards the afternoon the crowds increased, and a more than usual excitement was evident everywhere. Curious gazers stood scrutinizing our boats, gear, rig, and size. Some expressed a belief we should never come back again; others avowed their entire disinclination ever to participate in such a voyage. Not a few came on board, rather incommoding us, until we hauled away to the buoy. Lady Franklin was not present on this occasion, but others—the wives of those already in the Arctic Seas—came themselves, to deliver, with their own hands, those silent yet heart-speaking memorials, which, in the shape of letters, tell so truly the unceasing devotion of the loved one left at home. Oh, how I felt my own heart glow, as I took from their hands the packet to be conveyed, and listened to their words, as, forgetting all but womanly love, they desired me, should I meet with him or them, to tell how well they were in health; and, too, how comfortable, as far as they could be comfortable alone.