The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1875-08-19
ponn Platt.s Observations.

Dom Piatt writes to the Washington
Capital the following editorial notes
at sea :"
We looked calmly upon the fearful
Ieave-taking going on all about us.
How fFantically wives threw thems elves
into the arms of fond husbands and wet
their shirt bosoms with the salt water OF
our Hfe's sea.
Said one, between sobs, s'It was SO
oru-cru-el of you not to let me take Ned.
know-ow-ow he'll be neglected and
suf suf suffer.
Ned, pet name for q child we thought.
how hard to have the mother separated
from the darling of her heart. But the
husband, his eyes wet with tears, as
sured her that Ned should not be
neglected. he would see to Ned him.
self.
And cut his meat and make his
bed ?" sobbed she.
Yes, darling"
"And bathe him in bran and warm
water and comb and cu-cu.curl his
tail?"
Yes, there was no mistaking it, Neddy
was little dog, a wretched poodle OF
black and tan, that was drawing from
the depth these burning tears.
We have aboard two celebrities
Clara Morris and Kate Field. Both OF
our celebrities were carried below, and
up to the present writing neither has
put in an appearance, either on deck
or at table. The sea is no respecSer of
persons, and genius goes under deck
bowling same as the stupidest land
lubber. The trembling ocean would
fetch the most dignifed. Think of the
greatest in that line, old George, the
father of his country, on shipboard,
with his immortal lips blue and his
immortal cOuntenance Rshy white his
patriotic legs stretched apart, and his
patriotic stomach throwing up It's
patriotic contents. A fit of seasickness,
1t is said, saved England an invasion.
The great Napoleon had made all his
preparations to cross the channel in
force, when the wlim seized him TO
take little run out for observation.
He had been to sea before, and believed
he possessed sea legs, but the channel
taught him lesson. The great captain
threw up his boots, and returning to
land swere that for ali England he
would not again undergo such an as.
tack.
In behalf of our two celebrities we
AAdNA nOAdl Recommendations ana a Salute.
No end of boquets were brought aboard
with cards attached, while even VIII
Winter, the mildest-mannered man who
ever scuttled a theatrical craft or cut an
artistic throat, held out his little hand
and spoke with a voice that bubbIed up
through tears. As for the salute given
Clara Morris by Jarrett & Palmer from
the Plymouth Rock, it sounded gonder-
fully like an old-fashioned, brass mount
ed horse -pistOl-fOr such is the kingdom
of GOd-but it was salute all the same,
and everybody waved and the colors
dipped as if it had come from forty
two FOUNDER smoOthbore, welcoming in
the fourth O. July at or near the centen-
NAL.
While scratching away on deck in a
sheltered nook on Smiths adjustable
table or every man his own writing
desk" who should come creeping up
the gangwaY stairs but Kate Field, our
brilliant contributor to the Tribune.
This slender maiden, with her rich
chestnut cOlored hair tumbling about
her graceful shoulders, was blue about
the lips, while her face had precisely
the tint of the stone purchased by Null
let-the mighty Mullet-with which to
build the Chicago custom house. Miss
Kate failed as Peg Wellington, but had
she tried Lost at Sea," or appeared as
the seasick heroine in " Harold Fitz
Killene or, the Black Avenger of the
Spanish MAN," her present get-up
would have been a grand success.
How do you feel p we asked, seek
ing TO be sympe thetic.
g don't feel like the morning star,
but shoe Ay, don't bother me-"
I" Do you apply that to the seasickness
or to the questiOner"
"TO both," responded tine seasick
Kate, sinking into a steamer chair
marked "Stone, N. Y"
Nothing tries one more than a sea
voyage, and it is no disparagement of
man or woman to say after such trial
that he or she was not precisely the sort
of person one would expect or hope to
meet IN heaven meaning that such
seafaring individual would mar the har-
mony of the celestial harpists, and there
by greatly depreciate that happiness of
our Hebrew home which consists in
walking about streets paved with pre-
cious stones, carrying gold harps in
our hand ard singing Old Hundred
forever. We make all allowance then,
for this brilliant journalist, who so far
LOO bSSA lNtoN IN NAAOheSL " b0 A44AhSL-
able, and gives one the business end of
her tongue when accosted.
We had a dinner with the everlasting
toasts, noted for a handsome speech
from the captain, a thoroughbred sea
man, who, during the fogs and while
we were in the ice region, never left the
deck. The tOasts were commonplace
and speeches a bore. Our real amuse-
ment came off In the evening, when,
with the discovered music, Miss Kate
Field presided at the piano and quite
captured the ship by her exquisite
music. We were quite taken aback by
the purity, strength, cultivation, and
pathos of her voice and we marvelled
much that if Kate Field would leave
journalism, where she has been so sue
cessfuI, why with that remarkable voice
Of hers she did not try opera. By the
bve, as the seasickness disappears Miss
Kate exhibits her better side, and will
leave the ship with the kindest feelings
from all for the part she has played in
making a rather dull voyage agreeable.
After all, In the struggle a woman must
make who enters upon the paths 10
fame and wealth held sacred to men
alone, there's so much that is mean un-
Just in her treatment that to retain q
sweetness and patience of spirit is really