four o'clock in the afternoon
Much that I did and saw while there I forget . However , as I have been lately looking over my hasty journal , I will see what I can remember . On the first of August I set sail in the steamer Caledonia for England . At four o'clock in the afternoon , we were out of sight of land ; one by one , we had taken leave of every object which could be seen from the departing vessel ; and now nothing was visible to us but the sky , the ocean meeting it in its wide , unbroken circle the sun gradually sinking in the west , and our small but only house , the ship . How strange , how sublime the scene was ! so lonely , so magnificent , so solemn ! At last the sun set , gilding the clouds , and looking , to my tearful eyes , as if that too said farewell !