one o'clock
`` A few hours after we leave we shall sink the Irish coast . Make notes of the time you lose sight of the light-houses of Ireland , and of the time when you first see Labrador , and compare the dates towards the end of the voyage , '' said Mr. Beal . Past the green hills of Ireland the steamer glided along , among ships so numerous that the sea seemed a moving city , or the suburbs of a moving city ; for Liverpool itself , with her seven miles of wonderful docks , is a city of the sea . The Giant 's Causeway , the sunny port of Moville , the rocky islands with their white light-houses , were passed , and at one o'clock on Monday morning the last light dropped into the calm sea , fading like a star . The Atlantic was perfectly calm -- as `` calm as a mill-pond '' as the expression is , during the tranquillity of the ocean that follows the settled summer weather . The steamer was heavily loaded , and had little apparent motion ; bright days and bright nights succeeded each other . A flock of gulls followed the steamer far out to sea .