New-York daily tribune., 1843-06-21
MARTIN CHUZZLEwIT :. BY Boz.

MARTIN CHUZZLEW w IL by BOZ
Part III.
This work improves as it progresses. Boz Is
warming to his work. From the new Part re-
ceived by the Columbia, and published yesterday
by the Harpers and by Winchester, we extract
the following half-chapter, describing steerage
passage by Martin and his man, Mark Tapey,
from Liverpool to New-York:
CHAP. Xv...rHE BURDEN WHEREOF IS HAIL COLUMBIA.
A DARK and dreary night people nesting in
their beds or crcling late about the FIRE; Want,
colder than Charity, shivering at the street cor
ners church-towcrs humming with the faint
vibrations of their own tongues, but newly rest
ing from the ghostly preachment "One!' The
earth covered with sable pail as for the burial
of yesterday the clump of dark trees, ITS giant
plumes of funeral feathers waving sadly to and
fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose
save the swift clouds that skim across the moon
and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them
upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rush
ing on, and stops again, and follows, like saw
age on the trail.
Whittier 20 the clouds and wind SO early? If
like guilty spirits they repair to some dread con-
ference with powers like themselves, in what
wild region do the elements hold council, or
where unbend in terrible disport?
Here! Free from that cramped prison called
the earth, and out upon the waste of waters
Here, roaring, raging. shrieking, bowling, all
night long. Hither come the sounding voices
from the caverns on the coast of that small ISL
and sleeping thousand miles away SO quietly
in the midst ofangry waves; and hither, to meet
them, rush the blasts from unknown desertplaccs
of the world Here, in the fury OF their uri-
checked liberty they storm and buffet with each
other, until the sea- lashed into passion like their
own, leaps up in rawlings mightier than theirs,
and the whole scene is whrling madness
On, on, on, over the countless miles of angry
space roll the long, heaving pillows. Mountains
and caves are here, and yet arc not; for what rs
now the one, is now the other; then all is but
boiling heap of rushing water. Pursuit, and
flight, and mad return of wave on wave, and
savage struggle, ending in spouting-up of foam
that whitens the black night incessant change
of place, and form and hue; constancy in no.
thing but eternal strife on, on on, they roll, and
darker grows the night, and louder howl the
night winds, and more clamorous and fierce be-
come the million voices in the sea, when the wild
cry goes forth upon the storm, A ship"
Onward she comes, in gallant Combat with the
elements, her tall masts trembling, and her timbers
starting on the strain; onward she comes, now
high upon the curling blllows, now low down
in the hollows of the sea, as hiding for the mo-
ment from its fury; and every storm.voice in the
air and water cries more loudly yet, "A ship"
Still she comes striving on: and at her bold.
ness and the spreading cry, the angry waves rise
up above each others heads to look; and round
about the vessel far as the mariners on her decks
can pierce into the gloom, they press upon her,
forcing each other down, and starting up, and
rushing forward from afar, in dreadful curiosity.
High over her they break; and round her surge
and roar; and giving place to others, moanmgly
depart, and dash themselves to fragments in their
bafled anger: still she comes onward bravely.-
And though the eager multitude crowd thick and
fast upon her all the night, and dawn of day dis
covers the untiring train yet bearing down upon
the ship in an eternity Of troubled water, onward
she comes, with dim lights burning in her hull,
and people there asleep: as If no deadly clement
were peerng in at every seam and chlnk, and no
drowned scamen's grave, with but a plank to
cover it, were yawnlng In the unfathomable
depths below.
Among these sleepy voyagers were Martin and
Mark Tapley who, rocked into heavy drowsi-
ness by the unaccustomed motion, were as insen-
sible to the foul air in which they lay, as TO the
uproar without. 1t was broad day when the lat
ter awoke, with dim idea that he was dreaming
of having gone to sleep in four-post bcdstead
which had turned bottom upward in the course OF
the night. There was more reason in this, too,
than in the roasting of eggs; for the first objects
MIR. Tapley recognised, when he opened his eyes,
were his own heels, looking down at him, as he
afterwards observed, from nearly perpendicular
elevation.
Well" said Mark, getting himself into sit
ting posture, after various Intellectual struggles
.bp or no oh, .,l,, S,.,,
time as ever stood on my head all night'
You shouldn't go to sleep upon the ground
with your head to eeward, then,' growlcd man
in one of the berths.
With my head TO ,ohere ?" asked Mark.
The man repeated his previous sentiment.
No, won't another time,' said Mark, "whcn
know whereabouts on the map that country IS
In the mean while, can give you better piece
of advice. DON'T you nor any other friend OF
mine never go to sleep with his head in ship
any more
The man gave u grunt of discontented acquies.
cence, turned over in his berth, and drew his
blanket over his head
For" said MIR. Tapley, pursuing the theme
by way of sohloquy, in a low tone OF voice, the
sea IS as nonsens,cal thing as anything gong
1t never knows what TO do with itself Ii hasn',
got no employment for its mind, and is always in
a state of vacancy. Like them polar bears in the
wild-beast shows as is constantly nodding then
heads from side TO side, it never can be quiet
Which is entirely ewing to its uncommon stu
pidity."
:. Is that you, Mark 2" asked a faint voice from
another berth.
'1t S as much of me as is left, sir, after fort
night of this work" Mr.. Tapley replied. ''Wha,
with leading the life of fly ever since I've been
aboard-tor I've been peypctually holding on to
something or other, in an upside-down position
what with that. SIR, and putting very little into
myself, and taking good deal cut in various
ways, there ant too much OF me to swear BY
How do you tnd yourself this morning, sir %