Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1888-08-11

not one who would not split an "Amen" In the
middle TO leave the most spirit-sur1ng prayer,
meeting at church, school-house, or cabin, and
help an equally pous brother Quodoy skipper over
the line with boatload Of Liverpool salt guiitless
divine Inspiration OF the Maine liquor law woships
Neal Dow as tuteiar saint would Leip string 20
masthead any unlucky rum-sener the law had
lyeudH caught: and yet there Is not 'cuody,"
cabin, or any manner OF old salts home, where "a
drop OF sunth'n comfortin'" may not oSfound, and
where 1t Is not free the glorious sea air about
ship friend
JOLLY COMPANIONS.
But what glorious companions they are, or per.
haps better said what mellow studies they are, in
crowded cabin, stsaming "cuddy" or among the
smoke fogs OF the little brown-timbered inn rooms
where they often gather TO sail their old courses
over on the Vastly seas John Barleycorn'S
TS Ses NOW 10 10 5ae1 egn Ssaa se
sea-life that brings song TO the lips OF American
seamen OF nowf They are of a time when the
and their craft remembered across the sea-and TO
some purpose. Listen as the rafters ring with
paraments Of England re lords and esqutres too.
Consider well what you're about AID what you mean
You're at with Yankees. and you will rue the
That you reused the Sons Of Lb-sr-tss in North
or again hear them roar
I've often heard it told that British seamen bold
But they found their match TIL the Yankees
For the Yankee boys fighting are the dandies o.
and we forgive them, one and all, for their
time when, beneath our nag. there was real
valo. and proves upon the sea-
SUBJECTS FOR THE NOVELIST.
How one longs for the American romancer and
novelist who like Dickens, can paint human
thought, mood, and character in fadeess dyes, and
who, ignoring the narrow horizon confines Of
petty brickwalled, experiences. can dare to reach
into the deepS Of American actual everyday life
In near and remote localities, and bring TO the
eyes OF men the rare and quaint. tender. and
homely folk our infinite variety OF place and con-
dition provide. How goriously could these old fel-
lows rave and tear through pathos and humor In
whom literary fashion have pronounced "novel-
lists" do not set about such true work, 30 su-
premely the handmade of history, which every
hundred square miles OF our loved land push per-
emptorily before them-I shall myself do
this thing, so well as my pen, impelled by a
Sarn m anG for having sne craSs w
these society "noveists' valorously fer their
resentment that 1t mas been done at all For
away. 1t is literary crime that they should be
irrevocably lost. All, who cannot but love them
all!-tbese shippers bold who have cruised In all
known and unknown waters; who, as their fire.
side fiction relates. with painted ports and mon
strOuS guns hastily constructed out OF deck. pals
end s and gm % On the
buccaneers In the spanish Main, and would have
captured and eaten them, too, II the wind had not
Cdutcu just Us Tue ONcF-dWcu plrdIc was SlElk-
ing his black flag; who would never think OF going
a-Sleighing through the sOughing Maine pines
without patent shlp'S-lOg dragging in the snow
10 show how many knots their nags were making,
who make fast a compass and binnacle-lamp
underneath the seats OF their road-wagons; who
still
PREFER COLD BEEF AND COPS TONGUES
TO the most savory OF shore vtvands; who have
taught their Brazilian: parrots TO call all their
neighbors "laad-lubbers;" who now and then In
an ecstacy Of resentment at all things OF the land
yell TO their cooks: "Bake me pan Of iron bound
biscuit thatl crack and snap like gantopsa1 sheet
blockSw VINO keep their old sh ps chrOnometerS
by their "bunks" and never wake suddenly from
an arter-dinner doze without singing out: "Matel
-hows she headin'?' who cannot, as they declare.
sleep comfortably OF nights unless somebody Is
put ION watch" 10 dash water against their houses
under the windows as though the sea we're pound
ing at their ships sides wno in their dreams. rail
at passing barks and brlgs with rne and bitter
irony, as they below forth
Main boom! top an-lft!
Davy take fall!
Jib-sheet, tail-ropei
Let go the haul
and who at all times, providing you can demon
Strate becoming reverence, though they are al
ways suspicious OF The Integrity OF your decOrum
Will spin you such yarns will make you
know that the ocean Of to-day Is but a mean
sort OF mll-pond beside the majestic sea Of their
time; and under the magic Of their mighty sweeps
OF Imagination maze your heart ache with long.
ing fer the fertility OF their genius
EDGAR l. WA1KNAS.