I might go on indeed for hours describing all the wonders we saw during our short trip.  Our last excursion was to the Corcovado Mountains, whence we looked down on the blue waters of the superb harbour of Rio, surrounded by sandy beaches and numerous snow-white buildings, peeping from amid the delicate green foliage which covers the bases of the neighbouring mountains, and creeps up almost to their summits; while the mountains are on every side broken into craggy and castellated peaks of every varied shape; the whole forming a not easily forgotten panorama. Once more we were on board and under weigh.  The bay, as we sailed out, was full of vessels; but the flag of Old England was not, as I should have supposed, among the most numerous.  With a fair wind we passed out of the harbour, and stood along the coast to the southward.