New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-07-19
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tar the elad waters If the dark blue sea,
W iii hearts as boundies and souls Us fsse,
has In all times been among the speeial pleasures and
enioyrnents Of mem The had their richly
furnished but clumsy vessels the barge Of Cleo
natra stillliyes il pictured glory and one las
read az those strong vessels with Harod Hardl-
kanute ana his 4enturous tanned the
SEQ ana the Baltic tillows.
There il an INDISPENSABLE something in the human |
composition which makes man sympathize with the
vastiess infnity Of the great deep and iong @
associate himself with III as lord and master. Alison
gives lis the explanation of the riddle,
but Byron paints IL as 1t felt BY all VINO have any
DC tile element Of poetry and romance left in their
When on the water, man is in some way dlscon-
rected from the hardness and slavery of life is some
ay clothed with sense of the onipotence that has
its habtation In him. His wings are unfolded for
fuller exercise his pnse beats With an easier and
stronger motion his nerves are better corded, and
Ills enjoyment rises from trarsitoTy things towards
those which are the highest he can experience. He
is loosed from the cares of daily litea moment ex-
allied to royalty. He is not sovereign over men on
the hard earth on the broad pillows, he is an abso
lutte despot ever nature. They rise around him like
obsequious servants, breaking into laughter and
bursting with kisses as their lord comes They flash
like crystals in their display Of the depths over which
they roll; they seem pregnant with many Venus as
their crests curl and break with slvery ightness
Out Of them the breathings of old Triton, with his
wreathed shell seem to come when the breeze plays
too roughly with their fair bosoms and when in an
ennlous strif they chase another feety up the
sandy shore receding in mockery and derlson from
their ready embraces.
But the Naides disappear and Father Pluto sum-
mons EoIus from his confinement. The heavens
grow dark and an ominous light CLEANS from the
horizon The ocean seems to pant and swell with
anger Euroclydon has come forth and the frail craft
quiVers before the growing storm. But there is no
quiyer among her hardy crew. Down with the helm
until her bow is pointed into the very teeth of the
black Wrathfulness, whose advent is heralded. Close
reef fore and AFT and make every thing snug. Now,
with only enough canvas to show that she is gifted
with notion the fness of the storm is awaited 1t
comes is met battled with and conquered. Heay-
ng with the great pillows that are historians Of the
brief past the little yacht dales awhile then untolds
her white wings and flies off with the dying breeze
towards her destination.
Or, the breezes are chained in their prison, and
come forth not at all. The cunning result Of ar
chitecture and knowledge sleeps
" Like II painted ship upon painted ocean.
n The shades Of evening draw near: The sun IS
about bidding farewell to day, and the moon is pre-
pairing Is marshal her glories for the night. Port
lies long distance off The sails are all fured and
the anchors out. The company, one by one, abandon
themselves to the enjoyment Of that indoent repose
and listlessness which is almost oriental in kind and
extent. few are entertaining themselves with won
drous stories Of the ocean--h how she has added
the enjoyments and good Of men, and Of the pleas
ures themselves have partaken from her copious
chaIiee. One azily laying about loose is reading
yellow covered book ]" fresh from the pub.
lisher while the smoke Of his cigar gives tful light
to the page he peruses. Another, with line in hand
is looking overheard watching cork and wondering
what strange fish will come up to him as messenger
from the deep. a few are clustered around bottle
Of good wine, enjoying its fruity flavor Forward the
crew are seated discussing their fare with manifest
evidence Of appreciation and such appetites as would
make Hahnehmann stare. The evening slowly wanes,
and sleep superyenes.
a But bark tit was something more than a dream !
With only such dress as makes night apparel, one
after another, all hands tumble on deck. The sea
and sky have changed, and such a change!
night and darkness ye wondrous strong!
Yetbeauteous in your strength as is the light
| OF dark eye in wonlan''-
The waves are rising rapidly the white scud is
flying past the winds begin to howl in their anger,
and new picture is painted in its outlines All around
there are the proofs and evidences Of such super
human anger and force as made the ancients figure
ocea1us to be d god-a breathing, moving entity !;
possessed Of courage love and hatred, and above
them all of a divine power not to be always con-
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for fear, and determine to put a hook even in the
snout of Neptune Everything springs into activity.
The anchors drag on the sandy bottom, So close
reefed sails are given to the Winds at the same mo-
ment when the tie is severed which bound the water
bird to her temporary resting place and away goes
the bonny yacht into the darkness leaving white
wake streaming after her. The journey is not blind
one however, as the pinnacle light clearly shows.
The reins which guide her are held by knowledge
and Judgment and she sails off to where there is sea
room enough: or runs in behind some favoring point
where she sleeps safely and quietly notwithstanding
the storm.
Then, all perils safely passed, on the morrow her
moorings are left and port is sought. It is safely
reached the sales are slowed, the deck cleared and
everything put in the same order that regned before
4 the trip. Our amateur yachtmen turn themselves
homeward, and in day have SO far Invested them
selves of their watery characters that they are deer
in daybooks and ledgers, cotton and corn, law ant
sugar, or even perhaps using for the business of
newspaper recollectlons OF what lies in their re
mote history. Quien Sabe? n-
4 .tGiye me a spirit, that on life IS rough sea
5&i Loves 10 have his sails filed with lusty wind
4 Az Even It'll his salyards re.nhe, his masts crack
| And his rapt ship runs on her side so low
4, That she drinks water and her keel plows air."
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