American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1844-12-31
WIG sCa-ITe open sea:
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
TPithom q mark


Were my home on the deep Tor years, tony
eye the ocean would never lose aught of its
grandeur or beauty. Would the glorious mag
nifcencc of Nagara's stupendous falls be d.
vested of their sublimity from being viewed
from day to day! No-and neither can the
vast eXpanse of ocean, on which the hand of
the Almighty ever rests in awful majesty
What though the seasons, in their course, bring
no change-what though no soft spring here
comes, with balmy air, with her gently spring.
ing grass and budding leaf-or summer, her
breath sweet with the new mown hay, with her
bright and beautiful flowers and her fields of
yellow grain-or autumn, robed IN gorgeous
dyes, casting in the lap of the year the ruddy
apple or the golden corn-or winter, his hoary
head wreathed with frost, and wrapped in his
mantle of snow studded with glttering ice
gems! What though on the broad bosom of
the deep these never come, yet, IS The ocean deS-
tttode Of rrieiy? See her now, dashed in fury
by the raging wind, rushing OH in waves Of
mighty grandeur, terrible to behold tossing
higher and higher her ioanling spray-opening
huge gulls, as if to swallow all within her vor-
tex; or, look at her again, when the waves are
sparkling and dancing beneath the bright rays
of the sun, each with its curling crest of daz-
zling whteness-or, when the winds of heaven
-
with scarce a ripple to disturb its calm surface,
or, again at evening, when the moon, shining
down from the star-spangled vault of heaven,
sheds upon the waves her soft, mellow light,
making them like molten silver in her beams!
Is there not Uaiety in all This? Or see the lit
tie shiny birds frolicking amid the waters, or
the beautiful sea-birds soaring above and can
we say there is sameness in the scenes of the
ocean? No, they are ever fresh, ever glorious,
ever beautiful
"And is it thought sublime, that man can force
path upon the waters, can fnda way
Where all is uackless, and compel the winds,
Those freest agents of Almighty power,
To lend their untamed wings and bear him
To distant Climes.'
The fourth day after making the Island of
St. Pauls, we entered the Indian Ocean
twelve thousand three hundred and seventy
two miles from New York-seventy-fou days
out, and in FIVE more were again within the
tropics, than which nothing can be more de-
lightful. The beauty of Tropical sky it is i'm
possible to descrbe-where the horizon seems
but a circlet of rainhows, and where the sun
but sets to usher in night of still greater
beauty than the day. Shooting from the curl
ing pillows, like silver darts launched from the
hand of Neptune, the beautiful little flying-fish
were around us in myriads-the ,unwieldy por-
pose gamboled across our bowe-the dolphin,
prisn,-iihe, glided in our VAUDEVILLE the man
of-war bird, the sea-gull, and the BOBBY wheel
ed in graceful flights around the ship; and fire.
quently the delicate little tropic birds, with
plumage white as falling snow4fiakes, would
alight upon the rigging, chipping and singing
away most merrily. To orr ears their cheer
fll notes seemed as an echo FROM our own TO-
rest groves!
Here, too, the Maggellanic cloudeare visible.
These are no where seen but south of the
equator. They are three in number, with APP
parently the same motion as the sters. Two
Of these clouds are white, the third of a dark
leaden hue.
lightweight days out we made the island of
Sandel-wood.