9 a.m. an English steamer passing with passengers, probably bound for Southampton. Exchanged signals with them and asked to be reported. Presume our friends will hear from us in about thirty days. Another vessel coming up to us fast, a French clipper from Marseilles, bound to Rio Janeiro, only twenty eight days out, he must have had fair winds all the way. Her name is the Franciscopolis. Made this twenty four hours 133 miles. Had another flying fish for my breakfast.