New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-07-25
THE TRIBU n L.
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EVENING FIRST.

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der. Why, sir, have only been over England
and "Suppose you had only been over Eng
,.,dn exclaimed my dear Uncle with some vchc-
n,spce. dis not that island a world-aye," grow
;ng still warmer and describing with his arms
{" considerable" circle, FAYE, an Universe in IT.
self? ONLY oyer England! am very much
afraid you only used your physical eyes, while
tho mental optics was as blind as" As an Eng
I;sb puqilist after a hard fight, 1 modes,ly sug-
res,ed, for Uncle Sam was never remarkable ior
opposite illustrations, generally preierring to sacri-
flee taste and truth to extravaganza. "Thauk
you." said my Uncle, evidently pleased at being
saved the trouble of hunting out comparison.
sBut have you nothing to tell us mo storms at
sea7-no sights in London ?-no peculiarities Of
neople 2-nothing good or bad about aristocracies
and church establishments ?-nothing about the
social state 7-nothing "-thc old gentleman STOP
ned for want of breath. OF course, Uncle, | must
have something to tell, considering have beheld
Dan Universe y but folks may see wrong as we'll
as rigAt. If a difidence in ones own abilities is
a merit. am certainly radiant-now | arm afraid
have not seen Alright. "Who says you have,
that is, in mental sense?" cried he testify
"Why man! state precisely what you did see.
shall, / hope, not find you Munchausen.
Draw your own conclusions-i, a-hem-why
can form mine land the old gentleman made his
politest bow, threw up his legs on table, and took
ahuge chew OF cavendish.
Fair enough. cried but you must not ex.
pect much
"Thunder and lightning, man if you talk in
that strain shall lose my good opinion of you
Did say did expect much"
Old Sam looked terrific, and reminded me of
the awfully fierce visage of the Hero of New
Orleans which some irrevercnt glass-makers used
10 print on their green whisky TASKS.
found that to palaver the old fellow was no
go; he looked right through me. Observing my
confusion, uncle relaxed his face into as kind a
smile as its bony outlines would permit, and CON-
pacenty said, {" Nephew, go ahcad!"
did not hesitate, but commenced by inform.
ing him that, with the exception Of three or four
days, the good ship Cambridge enjoyed glorious
weather, for verify vessel seems to be as scntien!
in its own grand element as he who feels the
floating fabric bound beneath him as a stecd that
knows liz rider. If the wind comes gently, can
you not hear the pleasant murmurings Of the snip
as she slowly mounts wave after wave? If the
gale scornfully daShes the sea into mimic hills,
how does she throw out her broad snow. wings,
with q sound as of deep. toned music, over the
fcathcry foam. The Condor Of tho awful decr,
stretching fearless, untiring pinions from world
to word-dallyipg with the breeze, and laughing
at the s,orn.cloud lie who declared 4 ship and
woman to be the most beautiful objects in OK.
istcnce, was not wrong lie who first uttered
the emotion was poet whose heart lovc'incss and
grandeur had made their abiding place.
One does not require a tempest, flashing fire
from its dark eye and giving out thunder from its
cloud. throat, to impress him with the beauty and
majesty of the Ocean. Although he may not be.
hold the sea as the
'--Glo,iois mirror where n Amsh,y's form
Gusses lteli IN lenpests,
Yet he can gaze on it as
bopndes. endless and sublime
ie e.. Image 1nst. 81 t'erm'y.-The Throne
And in that gaze purify and cxat his spirit. He
beholds
''The strongest of Creations sons
That rolls The Wild. profound, eternal bass
In Natures Anthem, and makes music such
A delights the eur oil God.
lie secs the primal element, which the mysterious
laws OF Nature firnamented and illumincd with
nnumerable star-torches. Darkness once dgelt
upon the face Of the deep-whenitss solemn music
was the music OF grand deadword drge: but
spirit moved upon the face of the waters-God
said "Let there be light; and there was
LIGHT: then the great, never. ending march
Of Life began: the Earth trembled in her wild
10Y to hearit and the stars looked down from their
blue thrones into the Fishing mirror of the wave
Uncle is not fond of poetry, or any thing which
sounds like it but he bore all this pretty well for
he has much reverence and my Scripture saved
me. continued
We had score Of c'bin passengers-scme
Yankees, some Scotch, some Irish, and some En-.
glish-who, with but few EXCEPTIONS before half
our wave, Journey was accomplished, analgama.
ted much better than expected indeed our Cap
tain (Yeaton) was pleasant, Strife could not
find home on deck or in cabin.
nc StCCIdRc Wde link Oh t0r6C huD-
bred beings, some young, some old, being slowed
away under you What q mass OF life breathing
beneath What hopes, what despairs in that lit
tie space. These men, women and their children
were mostly persons who had tried an American
life and failed Disguised, disheartened, the pa.
rents were now seeking their former abodes in
The old world. And what abodes. Why, but
year or two since they fed from them as from
redspotted pestilence. What awaited them on
heir return | hoped a warm welcome and tears
Of soft pity: but could not stretch my fancy to
warm breakfast or to soft bed. Broken OF
heart, they were seeking the cradles of their in.
fancy; there for while to linger on in wrctched-
ness, and then to lay them down forever in the
raves Of their forcfathers.
---- there les
F9l many grave. hill and plain.
VI ,b4se who closed IN grisJ their eyes,;