The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1868-12-27

from it, and, even as that small streak in the
darkness dies away, we are telegrsphed TO Queens
town, Liverpool and London, and back again I'M
der the ocean to America.
Then, up comes the half dozen passengers who
are going ashore at Queenstown, and up comes
the mail agent in charge OF the bags and up comes
the men who are to carry the bags into the mail
tender that will come OF for them out Of the har-
Dor. Lamps and lanterns CLEAN here and there
about the decks, and impeding bulks are knocked
away with haudspikes, and the portside bulwarks.
barren but moment ago, burst into crop Of
heads of eamep, stewards and engineers.
The light begins to be gained upon. begins to be
alongside begins TO be left astern. More rockets,
and. between us and the land. steams beautifully
the Imam steamship, City of Paris, for New YORK.,
outward bound. We observe with compiacebcy
that the wind is dead against her tit being with
u.s. and that she rolls and pitches. the scsest
passenger on board Is the most delighted by this
circumstance.) Time rushes by, as we rush on,
and now we see the light in Queenstown harbor.
and now the lights OF the Mail Tender coming out
to rs. What vsgsries the Mail Tender performs
on the way In every point OF the compass espe-
cally in those where she has no business, and
why she performs them Heaven only knows! At
length she is seen punging within cable length
Of our port broadsde, and is being roared at
through our speaking-trumpets TO do this thing,
and not TO do that, and TO stand by the other, as
if she was q very demented Tender indeed.
Then we slscsening amidst q deafening roar OF
steam, this much abused Tender is made fast to us
hy hawsers, and the men In readiness carry the
bags aboard. and return for more, bending under
their burdens, and looking just like the paste
hoard figures of the miller and his men In the
theater of our boyhood, and COMFORTING them
selves almost as unsteadily. All the while the I'M
fortunate Tender plunges high and low, and is
roared at Then the Queenstown passengers are
put on board of her. with infinite punging and
roaring. and the Tender gets heaved up on the
TO that surprising extent that she looks within
an ace of washing aboard of rs, high and dry.
bcsred at with contumey to the last, this wretch
ed Tender is at length let go, with final plunge
Of great ignominy, and falls spinning into our
vale. -,...-.....,..- t-.. i.-
The Voice Of Conscience resumed its dominion
or the dsy climbed up the sky. and kept BY all oil
us passengers into port; kept by US as we passed
other lighthouses and dangerous islands Oh the
coast. where some of the officers, with whom
stood my watch, had gone ashore in sailing ships
10 fogs land of which by that token they seemed
TO have quite an sffectionste remembrance). and
past the Welsh coast, and past the Cheshire coast
and passed everything and everywhere lying be
tween our ship and her own special dock in the
Q fair evening early in May. we stopped. and the
Voice ceased. very curious sensation, not IN
like having my own ears stopped. ensued upor
that silence and it was with no less curious
sensation that | went over the side of the good
Cunard ship Russia, whom prosperity attend IL
all her voyages y and surveyed the outer hull o
the monster that the Voice had inhabited. So
perhaps, shall we ALL in the spirit. one day survey
the frame that held the buster Voice from whict
my vagrant fancy derived this simitude.