I had for years cherished the wish to undertake a journey to the Holy Land; years are, indeed, required to familiarise one with the idea of so hazardous an enterprise.ÊWhen, therefore, my domestic arrangements at length admitted of my absence for at least a year, my chief employment was to prepare myself for this journey.ÊI read many works bearing on the subject, and was moreover fortunate enough to make the acquaintance of a gentleman who had travelled in the Holy Land some years before.ÊI was thus enabled to gain much oral information and advice respecting the means of prosecuting my dangerous pilgrimage.

My friends and relations attempted in vain to turn me from my purpose by painting, in the most glowing colours, all the dangers and difficulties which await the traveller in those regions.ÊÒMen,Ó they said, Òwere obliged gravely to consider if they had physical strength to endure the fatigues of such a journey, and strength of mind bravely to face the dangers of the plague, the climate, the attacks of insects, bad diet, etc.ÊAnd to think of a womanÕs venturing alone, without protection of any kind, into the wide world, across sea and mountain and plain,Ñit was quite preposterous.ÓÊThis was the opinion of my friends.

I had nothing to advance in opposition to all this but my firm unchanging determination.ÊMy trust in Providence gave me calmness and strength to set my house in every respect in order.ÊI made my will, and arranged all my worldly affairs in such a manner that, in the case of my death (an event which I considered more probable than my safe return), my family should find every thing perfectly arranged.

And thus, on the 22d of March 1842, I commenced my journey from Vienna.

At one oÕclock in the afternoon I drove to the Kaisermhlen (EmperorÕs Mills), from which place the steamboats start for Pesth.ÊI was joyfully surprised by the presence of several of my relations and friends, who wished to say farewell once more.ÊThe parting was certainly most bitter, for the thought involuntarily obtruded itself, ÒShould we ever meet again in this world?Ó

Our mournful meditations were in some degree disturbed by a loud dispute on board the vessel.ÊAt the request of a gentleman present, one of the passengers was compelled, instead of flying, as he had intended, with bag and baggage to Hungary, to return to Vienna in company of the police.ÊIt appeared he owed the gentleman 1300 florins, and had wished to abscond, but was luckily overtaken before the departure of the boat.ÊThis affair was hardly concluded when the bell rang, the wheels began to revolve, and too soon, alas, my dear ones were out of sight!

I had but few fellow-passengers.ÊThe weather was indeed fine and mild; but the season was not far enough advanced to lure travellers into the wide world, excepting men of business, and those who had cosmopolitan ideas, like myself.ÊMost of those on board were going only to Presburg, or at farthest to Pesth.ÊThe captain having mentioned that a woman was on board who intended travelling to Constantinople, I was immediately surrounded by curious gazers.ÊA gentleman who was bound to the same port stepped forward, and offered his services in case I should ever stand in need of them; he afterwards frequently took me under his protection.

The fine mild weather changed to cold and wind as we got fairly out into the great Danube.ÊI wrapped myself in my cloak, and remained on deck, in order to see the scenery between Vienna and Presburg, which, no doubt, appears lovely enough when nature is clad in the garment of spring; but now I only saw leafless trees and fallow groundÑa dreary picture of winter.