Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-05-27

The barge we sailed in, like a bun nished throne
Burn'd OH the water; the poop was beaten Cod;
Purple the sails, and so periiim'd that
The winds were love-sick with them:--the oars were
silver
Which to the tune of FLUTES kept stroke, aud made
The water which they beat to follow faster
As amorous oithe strokes.
ANTHONY g. CLEoPATRA.
To the Lovers of Maratime Scenery, and the
admirers of Native Landscape, there can be no.
thing more delightful than the excursions which
are now afforded by Capt. BUNKER, Of the steam
boat Washington. This elegant vessel falls not far
short of the description of Cleopatra's Barge, which
heads this article, and she has been s~ignally sue
ces9ful 10 eliciting the admiration and praises ofthe
many who have viewed her, and witnessed her rapid
flights over the bosom Of the deep.
On Monday last, in conformity to previous de,ou-
ment, the Warrington made an excursion down the
Ray to Brenton's Rect, stopping at Newport on
her passage out and in, where she received an ad-
dition to the circles of beauty and fashion with
which she was f~reighted.
The day was ushered in "'mid't clouds and dark
ness" but the heavens, as if unwilling to innovate
on me harmony and pleasures of the occasion, gave
way to the glowing beams Of the sun, and seemed
disposed to add fresh joys to the already accumu-
luted delights of the excursion. An excellent
band of music accompanied the boat, and whilst
the song and dance went gaily around, nothing
transpired to sully the happiness Of those who
sought for sweets far from the cares and Sexations
of ordinary life.
The vessel glided rapidly over the bosom Of the
deep, and whilst we gazed upon the turbulent wa
tiers of the yesty wave, we could not refrain from
~thinkir. of he Dream Of Clarence in the Tower:
40 Lord! methought, what pain il was to drown!
What dreadful noise ofwater in mine ears!
What sights cf ugly death within mine eyes:
Methought ] saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon:
Wedges OF gold, great anchors, heaps OF pearl,
lnestimahie stones, nnvaiued jewels,
All scatterd in the bottom Of the sea,
Some lay in dead mems SOULS; and, in those holes
Wheye eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
CA ''werc in scorn o. eyes) rejecting gems,
That wood the Shiny bottom OF the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Taking leave of the ''ancient metropolis we
"waved' our way toward the briny dominions of
Neptune, and ere we had received a cordial salute
from the Cod Of the ocean, some few experienced
the full force Of his mightiness, and bowling down
before the altar Of his Godship, offered up in nu-
merous and often repeated cascsdings, tribute to
appease the warnings Of The turbulent pillows.
The cheek of beauty blarched; and no longer
wearing the smiles Of gsiety and love, bore ample
testimony to the swfu feelings which reign
ed within, and proved in the silent yet impressive
language Of morbidnes, and langor, that even wo-
man, lovely woman, finds no favor at the hands OF
him who reigns triumphant over the bosom Of the
deep. Some few, however, retained t he glow oil
life and animation in despite of the frowuings Of
the God, and as
canon g the rocks-the chain is flung,
The oars arc up the Prapple cliBgs,
And the tossed barque in moorings swings"
The fair ones embarked upon the swelling wave
and moving far distant from the mother barque
amused themselves, reckless Of the turbulence o
the pillows, in the delights Of angling. Retiring tc
the happy haven which has given celebrity to tn,
olden city; we rsrtook ola collation. served W