The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1841-09-02
From the Ladies Repository.
The OCEAN.
BY JOHN E. EDWARDS.

Ane moment IN which caught hret siimps
Of the far-dietnnt waves Of old ocean rolling
in sublimity before mo, can never be forgotten.
Some hair breadth escapes from the fang ofa
poisonous serpent, or the jaws Of a voracious
crocodile, might possibly be erased from the
memory, BY the oblitsrating hand Of tims; bu,
while the fain!est trace OF past events remains
unefiaced upon the tablet Of my memory, the
moment just referred TO, will be WILDLY re>
msmbered by me. Since that juncture, many
sorrow has waited my bOsom-mauy a ted,~
Gus day has rolled ipto eternity many and va
red have been the scenes that have paced be.
fore me; but still a recollection ofthat event is
as clear to my mind as are the occurrences Of
yesterday; aud as lock back to il, throughthe
dim vista ofby gone days, emotions Of plea
sing nature are excited in my bosom.
had been Graded in one Of the pleasant
villages ,gat ekirts the blue hills Of my native
state; and when but boy had often sighed
and wished 10 ses tbs ocean. The tbunder-
ing cataract, the Geep, wild forest, the ver-
dure.clad plains, the long sweeping valley, the
reverberatng echoes the maddened thuu-
der as It leaped among the mountain crags, the
lightning sea'hed rock blackened and broken
ali these things iamilisr to my Juvenile mind;
bst turned away from the contemplation Of
scenery that would have enchanted the eye Of
an artist, and sighed in disquetuds, because
nv lemoteness from the ocean had denied me
the privilege Of StrolIng upon ts wave lashed
shore, and listening 10 the Auslc OF iiS eternal
song.
Time rolled on, snd the wish 90 long and
anx,ously desired, was at last realized; and;
for the moment, il seemed that my every wIsh
was efa,i6ed. Allthat lhad read in the poets,
aud other fine descriptive writer's, sbove the
wide expanse Of waters, at once rushed upon
nv mind, and especially ,hat'cslebruted apos-
,ropbe ofa we'll known poet. 10 the ocean in
which he says, s'e@ s@eN @'st-'5
Roll Oh, thou deep and dark hlue ecssn roll.'
Yes, lha, was the idea tha. fret occprted 10
my miud-"roll on" and the thought was car.
ried eui 10 the language Of justly praised A
uneTican poot--.
"And there it rollsl Age aher age has swept
Dawn down the eternal cataract OF ume; "NE
Men after men on esrh'B cold bosom slept .as.> y
Still there It rolls. uufsdng and sublime e.,
,...@ PkENTIcE.
Sinro that time have frequently rambIed
upon tho shell-paved strand. at tho Close Of
| day, when the sun-sot s,reamed along the west
and felt that
'Thseis rapture on the lonely shore
There IS society where none inrudeS--
By the deep sea and music in its roar" g..
At such an hour, his the sUn has yet lin>
geered upon tho golden verge Of tho horizon,
painting parting emilio uponihe white ulouds
ofcsnvass thai moved like sPsc.Tes along tho
bosom ofthe deep, l have stood and gazed
out upon the rolling ecsan, With rapture that
| is indescribable. From tho point Of vision tho
wind,ng shore sirochad away TO tho right and
left, as faras the aching eye could follow its
siuuous course, while the ever.dashing Rurf,
like successive wreaihS of snow, rolled upoa
the sandy beach. and fcamed, and sparkled in
the last rays Of the setting sun.
But the sun has often gone down, and lsl mo
still upon the restless waters; the winds have
| retired 10 their caves, Tho curlew has ceased 10
scream along the blast. aud siillnsss has
come over ''the deep deep sea.' Night has
approached as soiiy aud silently as tho snow
fake falls upon the bosom ofthe'rOlling stream
Tho white winged bark that seemed to iugcr
for awhile upon the fariherest verge Of vision
has been gradually concealed from The view,
40 the sky and ccsan seemed TO mingle and
blend beautifully together, like the lights and
shades in = we'll executed painting. "The
sOs, the open sea, has been spread out before
when noughi hes been heard upon the evening
breeze, save the solemn Of the snIf, OF
the sea-bird, ss it tapped it's dripping piuion iu
lonely solitude over the briHy deep.
Nothing 10 more Impressive. than 10 stand
alone at nightfall upon the silent shore and
commune with the ocean .burisd--io stand and
think Of tho millions upon millions ofour raet
who have been plunged beneath the wave, ant
found their last resting place in thecagerna o
the deep--tO call 10 mind the unnumbered ,hol
sands who have gone down tOiheif coral bed
amidst tho hoWhngsOf the storm, and III
shHieks Of despair--tOs muse onthe bright eye
the beautiful forms, and golden linglets iha
lie forgotten in lhesSeal O., Vha. melsneho
y reflections arc awakened in the mind at tn
teccollec,on Of the fate Palaski, aud thanior
recent loss Ofthe steamship President HOS
many Of the lost had ihoUghts Of home an
ffienas--the nearest ffiends--lo come over tn
mind, just 40 the ware charged with their dss
tiny swept them into eternity. Bull fOEbeaT
47y@ - " - - es'
| Sometimes have ssen ths ocean lashed b,
thsFaging iempest until iis lofty ioam-cap
biIlows seemed TO brush the clouds; and WheI
the mountain pufges, boatiBg violently upon th'
shore, have been s'daShed INTO fealheFys cloud