Thursday, June 5th

An uncertain day—some very long and heavy cold showers, sufficient to keep us all indoors. Snow is white on the highest of the hills. In the evening sleet and hail fell heavy. Andy employed all day upon the mantelpiece of the sitting-room, which he finished by evening in good style. About three o'clock a large ship was seen in the offing, tacking up towards the harbour to all appearance. The idea that it was the long-due Duke of Bronte naturally inspirited us all. Evening closes in before she could come into full view. The morning will tell whether she be the Duke or not. As usual with emigrant ships, they have the worst possible samples of weather on arrival.