To Mrs. Saville, England
St. Petersburgh, Dec. 11th, 17—
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied
the commencement of an enterprise which you have regard-
ed with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and
my irst task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare and
increasing conidence in the success of my undertaking.
I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the
streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play
upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and ills me
with delight. Do you understand this feeling? his breeze,
which has travelled from the regions towards which I am
advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspir-
ited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more
fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the
pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents it-
self to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight.
here, Margaret, the sun is forever visible, its broad disk just
skirting the horizon and difusing a perpetual splendour.
here—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust
in preceding navigators— there snow and frost are ban-
ished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wated to
a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region
hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions