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On The 17th Of May, The Delos Put Out To Sea. I Was Immediately Affected With Sea-sickness, Which, However, Lasted But A Short Time. I Remained On Deck Constantly, Forcing Myself To Exercise.

My Drawings At First Were Made Altogether In Watercolors, But They Wanted Softness And A Great Deal Of Finish.

I Never For A Day Gave Up Listening To The Songs Of Our Birds, Or Watching Their Peculiar Habits, Or Delineating Them In The Best Way I Could.

[drawing Should Be] A Journey Of Pleasure. Each Step Must Present To The Travellers' View Objects That Are Eminently Interesting, Varied In Their Appearances, And Attracting To Such A Degree As To Excite In Each Individual Thus Happily Employed The Desire Of Knowing All Respecting All He Sees.

I Looked Long And Carefully At The Picture Of A Stag Painted By Landseer - The Style Was Good, And The Brush Was Handled With Fine Effect, But He Fails In Copying Nature, Without Which The Best Work Will Be A Failure.