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Saturday evening
West. C. Hotel
101 Southampton Row

My dear mother. 

We entered the port of Liverpool, Friday at mid-night. The whole trip was uninteresting, devoid of excitement, compared to what we encountered in Liverpool. The illuminations at night are beautiful- a line of nine miles well filled with lights. Opposte, about a mile is a watering place called New Brighton. At night it certainly looks like a fairyland; masses of incandescent lights hanging, dangling, back and forth, in the trees. 

Now, for the excitement. After pasing Brighton we crashed into a steamer of about two hundred feet in legth, smashing her bow in. There was barely any shock noticed on the Devonian, but the starboard side of the smaller crafts bow was completely torn, pushed in.