Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1882-09-30

How many hundreds Of thousands of
times has the first officer seut the above
phrase like . shos out Of gum towards
the Captain on the bridge, as ocean
steamer after ocean steamer has swung
loose from her moorings ct this and a
hundred other ports. How much the
phrase suggests. Paintings, it may be
for years and it may be forever; fare
wells, it may be everlasting farewells;
o fearful face turned, it may be, for the
last time towards pleasant home to be
seen no more, or towards tender friends
whose voices shall not be heard again
in earthly speech; . smiling face look
ing forward 70 . home to be revisited
after the lapse OF years, gazing visit
folly across the dim expsnse OF waters
over which the good ship mus: find her
way in sunshine and in shade, In calm
and storm, before the music OF a
mothers blessings shall fall upon ears
too long a stranger to the delightful
sound. Yonder in the crowd stands
Corydon making sleeps eyes at Phyllis,
while Phyllis finds time, between the
observations she is taking with the view
of finding out an eligible pdrt 70 press
into ST awl service ON the voyage, 70
fling An answering glance 10 her ador-
ING swain standing on the giddy edge OF
the wharf. (In less than month they
will each forget that the other ever ex-
isted.) Mr.. Younchusband surveys his
pleasant little body Of wife and the
wo-yeAr-old fodder, who ciings half
frightened TO his mothers index finger.
and wonders Why papa don't come back
and 90 home with them, growing mean
while at the inexorable demands OF
business which take him away from all
his heart holds dear. The supercilious
tourist surveys everything with An air
which seems TO say. 1--WE seen that sort
of thing before;" the commercial trav-
eler, with his book full Of orders, smacks
the lips of his anticipation over the
prospect of a fry of frogs legs ut the
Poodle Dog; the vulgar little boy gets
in everybOdy's way, and, last scene Of
| all, the impecunious drifter with events
raises his hat to some mythical &C
Quaintanoe. unseen by all except him
sslf, with view Of being thought one
of the crowd, and, all being really clear
at last, the majestic vessel swings into
the stream, the screw revOlves and a
new voyage Ii fairly entered upon. Did
we say last scene Of all? If we did. We
did not mean il Of the Elders depart
ure yesterday. Mrs. Younghusband
was at the wharf with her two-year old.
Goodbye had been said, and after papa
was on board, the mother made the lit
| tie one kiss her hand to him, and
the two, mother and child, started
| for home, she TO count the hours until
her lord returned, the little one to won
der where he was when 1t was time TO
say good night and be kissed into slnil-
| ing slumbers. When the two were half
block away little Miss Midget seemed
to think she had forgotten something,
or neglected her duty, and, dropping her
hold upon the mothers hand, COM
menced throwing u perfect shower Of
kisses backward to where she supposed
papa was, never once turning her face
to zee whether they reached their desti-
nation or not. Here WAS perfect love
and perfect faith, childhood's unspotted
heritage. Mamma, missing the clasp Of
baby fingers, stopped to learn the cause,
and, taking it all in at a glance, re-
sumed her hold upon young inno-
cence and again commenced the journey
home. But we noticed that more than
once tho disengaged hand carried a
dainty handkerchief to her eyes, and
that she turned to take one more linger-
ing look at the rapidly disappearing
vessel. This last scene. of all, was the |
best part Of the days Kaleidoscope |
panorama.