Morning journal and courier., 1891-09-24
THE IRIS IN GREAT BELLOWS.

Seal H8rDOfs My young organist friend Harry tells me of the greatest organ in England, and the best, whose organist is MT. Best, the best known organist, from whom he had a few lessons. Harry also tried it, with it's one hundred stops and four banks of keys. He has large organ at Syracuse where he plays. He says our church organ of twenty stops is 'nice little instrument, but small as it is he brings out the We'd ding March, the Pilgrim Chorus, the Hal lelujah Chorus, etc., with wonderful facility and power. I am living again in past days as I have listened and am full of music again, for love it dearly. And yet there is a music that is ever going on in nature. Sometimes we hear it, sometimes we do not listen That October day am writing about we were bound to hear it. Byron wrote:
 "There Is a rapture on the lonely shore,
 There is society where none intrudes
 By the deep sea and music in its roar"
 Exactly! There is music in it's roar!
 And now I change the theme abruptly. The inspector tells me if I wish to see the whistling buoy off Moose Peak, watch out for it now; we shall soon pass it. Sure enough, we presently hear it's diapason tones, loud and strong in these waves. And now we shall see the great red can riding tine rolling pillows ahead of us.
 Notwithstanding the mists, which have leseened as the day advanced, it appears very plain on our left bow, and is not more than 300 hundred feet away. Captain Johnson took his course right good, to and straight and close as that; standing near the pilot house watched it, heard it's song and lost sight of it, but heard it longer.
 Iris or no Iris, ship or no ship, man or no man to hear it, just the same, night or day, according as the waves rise and fall, it will chant to the sea, and remind any chance marines what the sea is singing as it roars about Moose Peak-of which ow- ing to the fog we saw nothing.
 But about such dangerous places I think Mrs. Heman's Treasures of the Deep" af- ford suggestive thought.
 'Yet more! The pillows and the depths have High hearts and brave are gathered to thy
 breast!
 They hear ga, not now the booming waters roar ; < The place was Kept at Soard U and i' hearth s so Restore the dead, thou searn
 Kingsley's Hands of Dee," don't fit this coast except these lines come pretty close to what may be partly seen to-day and fully seen sometimes, viz:
 ..The cruel crawling foam!
 The cruel hungry foam! And graves beside the sea- Long before noon the sun at times would break through the mists and show us how the waves were beating against the rocky points and rocky islands. When we hoI oc %ho finest sights of all There long lines of great rollers were combing over in mag ] nifcent way and were seen to great advan- l tage, the Iris being at near safe distance outside of them. How they did roar and foam! I asked the inspector how boat | would fare in such rollers "They would throw her end over end" And that was | where our boat landed so nicely two days l before.
 From Menan westward for many miles we saw the shore beating and wave flashing continuously. Had there been any wind to speak of Verdi, chorus in Ernani would have about described it, wherein the winds are saying:
 And madly glad in stormy glee we climb tht And loudly join the rolling sea and thunder l While far we hold unclaimed and free our cours | Sublime!''
 If it is so today without the wind, wha would it be with strong galeS Either way tn | music Of the chorus in Ernani fits the seem | pretty well.
 All along it is the same, great white foan caps near the shores. The spray leaps higl here and there and higher still at one place an l another.
 It is almost bewildering in it's extent am magnificence. There is a grandeur about ! quite different from great waves beating
 As we pass Frenchman's bay we see how tn | for e, I along the rocky shores on either side. They woul thresh Iron Bound, and the Porcupines, and Ba Pity the visitors could not stay and see such grand career. Great Head and Otter Cliff ar getting great pounding, but we are most to ing wa1ers And so along the south coast of M Desert to Seal Harbor and beyond. We hay watched he'd aas it so long our eyes are tired The miles to Bakers Island. We pass " a M here es s5s needed. Bakers Island is about mile in dian eter. As we walked up its long slope to the ligh house we passed twoo three farm houses. the lighthouse, which is combined with tn dwelling well lifted up by the site we got yer extensive view over the troubled waters 2 south shore where the great pillows were breal
 gg ing; where ie they tear and pile the great grani e all the lighthouses to us belonging, east of Se Harbor.,, The Iris drops anchor about o'cloc in the afternoon
 Captain Johnson certainly kept his word abo, trying to make it pleasant for me- and so d the rest. have satisfaction now in thinkr that Captain Johnson has nice little paintin of mine of the Iris in Seal Harbor, and Comma der Crowninshield one of the mountains as see iron his point across Seal Harbor looking nort Will not altogether forget me. It is pleasure meet such men; to know what kind of men al l pleasure to see something worth seeing out ones own daily beaten path It was pure courtes go gave me chance to see what saw, and it is n did see it under the very favorable circumstanc of observing and learning different things abo saw it.
 If I have erred in the length of these papers will excuse me- I have trusted to the editor kindly appreciation and judgment as to how fl they should be given, and he very kindly giv ciphered my hand writing pretty we'll but som tines t the types made @ me say things, the rever etc. The intelligent reader probably got ne'
 With an additional paper about charming r sorts on Mt. Desert, the whole series will SOC conclude. Notwithstanding their long acquan . ance with that rugged coast and carefulness ns'F its ddsz dsngers x0'k sSa' 9os
 
 once "al broken up by something falling l him. because something gave way; in perils | the treacherous deep that other men may be less peril.
 Familiarity with danger often develops in the grandness of herosm. The captain on Il bridge of a sinking vessel; the pilot, hand on wheel and flames all around him, holding it i | vincible until he runs the vessel on the beac the railroad engineer riding into death, hand his !ever-how these things electrify us when V l read Of them. Again there is a heroism less a l parent, but real in the very sailors of the coas | vessels fh0 fiSharrpan n ubo l vessels not few
 l 'Go sailing out into the east and west. 8 For there is little to earn and many to keep | Tho the harbor bar be moaning.
 It may be their brothers if not their wives,
 Sit up in the light house tower,
 And trim the lamp as the sun goes down,
 While they look at the squalls and they look | the shower,
 | And the night rack rolling up ragged and brow ! For men must work tho women may weep, | Tho storms be sudden and waters deep,
 The sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, . And the harbOr bar is moaning
 (see Kingsley's Three Fishers). We have not unwound all our yarns, but enout of them. The hour is getting late. There a l lights beaming in the darkness. The Baker | | and light, the Bear Island light and lights strul 1 up on the Iris at anchor and other vessels their masts. Could we go far along we shou see them of varied colors, revolving or fiashil ! from headland or island.
 Honor to the lighthouse men and their wor Honor to the men of every degree and station l the United States light house service. Last al ! not least to the men and captain of the Fri l We'll named after the radiant bow that spans u flood with celestial arc!
 Iris Of the light service, bright Is thy mi : ! sion! Adieu and farewell