New-York tribune., 1872-03-13


han" II finer in respects than "Ihe wreck oi
the Hcsperus" and is doubtless destined to similar
popularity The good ship Valdemar is lying at anchor
at strasd by the Baltic Sea- ready to start when the
tide shall rise The captain is sitting IN the cabin Win
company of his friends jolly skippcrs who are spinning
sea-yarns one tells Of the "KlabOterman," sprite
who lives shpboard, and helps good Sailors but VINO
is usually Invisible 10 mortal sight ii any uckcss sailor
sees him. il is sure forerunner of death. The cabnooy
Uhe traditional good boy OF poetry, with BDle III HIS
chest and the thought of his mother in his hearO hears
this story and feels his blood cold, the Jolly skipper
who tells II pauscs little, and then begins TO speak Of
the Spectre Ship
a Ship Of the Head. that sails the sea,
and is called the CdimilAan.
a chostly ship with chostly crew,
tempcsts she appears;
And before the gale, or agalnSt thc gaze,
She calls without rag OF sail,
Without u heimsinan ste trs.
.'shc haunts the Atlantic north and south,
Bat mostly the md-SCa,
wnerc three great rock~ rise bleak and bare,
Like furnace Chnncys in tnc.aii.
And arc called the ChInheys IhIce
And III bctide the lncklcss ship
That meets The Ciriilhan;
over her deck the seas Will leap,
She must go down INTO the deep
And perish. mouse and man.
TIE scohne Captain OF the Valdemar. who has doubt
less been drinking great many parting glasses with
his friends laughs Tily, ana swcars dreadful oath
down. although he ran right into eternity" The tide
rises. and tine boon companions away, and the Nade
with all sail goes proudly Day after
day, night after night she gdes prOsperously until
sailing ocean. Then fcariul storm.
Sky and black Death when suddenly, 10y the
glare Of Jagged fame of lightning, jet Of white fire,
"TEe Captain saw n fearful sight
And thought OF the oath he sw0re.
"For right ahead lay the ship Of the Dead
The chOstly Carmilhan!
Her ln"sts were stripped, her yards were bare,
sat the Klaboerman.'
On deck OF clamheIing up the shrOuds her crew
Of ghosts and close behind her up the Chimneys
Three The Valdemar dashed through the storm and
cleft in the phantom bark, which the next
moment whole before with all its ghOstly crew. An
other flash OF lightning revealed the Klaboterman on
board the Vademar and then they all knew that the
hour OF doom and destruction had come There
sudden shock, and cry louder tnan wind or sea of
drowning men, as the good ship crashed, hopeless
wreck upon the Chimneys Three. The cabin-boy was
picked m afterward, and he only survived 10 ten the
tale which should be read in any other time and place
than on board shin at dn ght rocked III the cradle
OF the deep" you wish tto sleep well. Parton con-
ducts his hero, Jefferson everybody of whom
Parton writes becomes, by virtue Of that
fact heroic), 10 the House Of Burgesses of
Vircinla-T. b. Adrch tells very tendorly a touching
little war story entitled "Quite s0the Comedy of
Terrors" is continued, and continues 70 he pquant and
amusing-the Echo Club" is, usual, diyerug-Kate
Hnard puts into dainty rhyme The Brooks Message
Edward Jarvis writes Of Inmi grafton Henry james
ir reviews Taines English Lterature"-and this re-
view is followed by poem from Whittier, entitled" The
Brewing Of Soma"-the story of wonderful drink
brewed in the morning OF the world which made the old
grow young and the sad grow gad and the sane grow
nad-a drink which the Vedic embalms. and OF
which one would like TO have tasted though Mr.. Whit
tier evidently temperate to approve the beverage
which his description makes cntciuc. "Sepiimius
Feon" goes on his lonely way. lie is stil puzzling
over the mysterious writing. The fair pale maiden OF
the last number proves TO be uncanny White Lady
like S!r Walter Scott's Lady of Avenel, hut an
earthly maiden. ncwhat dIsOrdered in her mind
by trouble whom She having been shut up in Boston
by the siege Gen. Washington had permission to
seek the rctresheu Of country air. and who is board
ing with the mother Of Robert Hagburn thin wall OF
paration grows visbiy between sepimius and Rose.
Septimus indeed too much absorbed III his wild and
selfish longing after earthly immortality to take much
Thought for any other than hnsef All his labors tend
10 this one end of this and not Of wOman love, his
dreams. He gets, in the course Of this number little
aid from curious source-a short, broad, elderly
one Doctor abeZ POrsOakon, who claims to be the uncle
OF The pale English maiden, sbyl Dacy. and cones 10
thank septmus for ting her walk his hilltop; "Thc
Poet at the BreakfastTaDe" says as many good things
as usual; and, in special bc tells truths about
women, which might, think, be read with Pleasure and
profit at WoInenS Rights Conventions. lie says:
a woman. Notwithstanding she is the best Of listen
ers knows business and it is womans business 70
please cont say that II - not lcr business 70 VOe,
iu DO say that the VINO does not please, Is
false note the harmOncs Of nature. She may not
nave youth or bcduty or even manner ou' sue ihs'
have something IN her voice or expression, or both.
rare look al or listen TO- she knows that as vel as
We do ana her first question aiter you layG been ii
woman never forcots her She wOuid rather tax
NitA a nan than all angel, aiy day
And again:
"Tne less there ls Of about a woman the She
s bc Dreaded. Bat take real woman a: her REST mo
mcntwell DIRE sscd enough 10 he pleased with hcfSef.
not cndeut 10 bc show ana sensation, with
O her nature stirring in the air about her
and what has social life 70 compare with one or those
vital intCrelangcs OF thought and feeling with
ncI that make an hour meinOIablef what san
equal her tact her delicacy, her suhtlety OF
rf temperature tie and cool currents Of talk
blow iy tirnsl At one moment she "a mcrOscopically
intellectual, critical scrupuOus i'll judgment ~ an an
balance aud the next az sympathetic as the open
rorc that sweetens the wind IRON whatever quarter 1t
hnds Its way 10 her bOsO IL Is III the b0sptabt sou
OF woman mat man fOrgcs ne Is stranger, ana 30
becomes natural ard truthful, at the time that he
IL nesmerized by all those DIVINE differences which make
her mytoery aud bewlldernent."
Next and last, Bret Hare tells story in rhyme and
in dialect, OF woman who pleased, aud also "who
dared"-a full Of the flavor of he old California
days that you will wish. sure, to read il in full in
advance o. the less favored general public:
THE IDYL OF BATTLE HOLLOW.
tWor u Tic NebciitDn, ISC4)
No, woh'i-thdI, nOw 70! And t amt nOthin'.-DO!
And thar nary 10 tell that folks yer don; nOw:
Ana irs Belle tell u.s. do 20 aud Us Belle j. true f.
And "W,S 3 tiis yer yarn Of the MAJOR and YOU -
Til IN sck OF II ali'-sO am, but spose
Thet 10 IotLln 10 you. Well then, listen yer goes:
1t was after the fight, and around us MI night
Thar was poppn aud 'hcotin' powerful sight;
And the nlgseTs had fed. and Aunt Chic was ai,ed
And Pinky aad Mily were Ind IN the shed;
And ran out at di.y break and notbiu' was nigh
But the fTowilu' OF cannon low down in ihe sEy.
And saw not thing rs ] ran 10 the spring,
EIt "A spin;ered fence rTtil and Il broken down swing
And bird SAID KercGoe! as IL sat on a tree