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and the sun does not wait the pleasure cumstance, but a character, the reserve of your neighbor's chimney or wall, or aud inwardness of great Nature herself, ask permission of some hill or moun- and not a veil on her head or a hue on tain before it can appear or disappear. her face. I know too little of the sea What contrasted sunrises and sunsets to be able to enlighten others upon the one has among the mountains and on subject, but wiser heads will allow a the ocean ! At Zermatt, Switzerland, novice to express his delight and gratithe sun rose and set in majesty some tude in having found so much pleasure hours from the time marked in the and profit upon waters that he had almanac, and the short day in that looked upon before with dread. They peerless valley made its dreary mark on may laugh at me for dreading the winpinched vegetation and the swollen ter-passage home in December, and at throats of the poor Cretins. In mid- the furs I bought in Paris to guard ocean, on the contrary, again and again against the cold; whereas the Atlantic it rose out of the sea without a cloud was then milder than on the voyage out to dim its disc, and set just as distinct- in May, and my furs were of little use, ly at the appointed minute after a day, and the open deck was generally a pleaswhich at every hour was marked with art place with no more than the usual its own lights and shades upon the winter clothing. Probably the icebergs waters, whilst there are no goitres on were then tied to the apron-string of Jack's throat, and his well-sunned neck their Arctic mothers, and not allowed, is lithe and strong as his arm. What a as afterwards in Spring and Summer, to study, too, are the clouds under that run about so naughtily to freeze the open horizon, and how they answer to fingers and toes of sailors, and try to the changing ripple and swell of the wreck their ships. never-quiet waves! Animal life is never We must not stop without saying a long out of sight above or below, and word of the human world in which we birds and fishes will keep company are shut up at sea- the officers, sailors, with you many an otherwise weary servants, and passengers of the ship. hour. What a guerrilla troop these
Our census stood thus, on the voyage birds seem to be, as they prowl about out: passengers, 250; crew and servants, the vessel, or dash into the water not 185; total, 435-a goodly number, surewithout a sharp eye to business; and ly, and quite enough to make a respectwhat excitement there is in that huge able village in a new country. What a host of porpoises, who seem to be hay- variety of characters, as well as numing a jolly time of it ! miles and miles ber of heads! and it was not a little of them playing at leap-frog, and seem- of a study to observe the affinities and ing to be jumping over each other's antipathies of the company. Most of shoulder like merry boys at school,
the passengers were Americans, and our parently as undisturbed by the presence first feeling was, that we did not like of the great whale, who is blowing up the captain, and wished him some fountains of water in the distance, as moderate sort of ill—not any harm to the boys are by the distant vision of the health or limb, but such tribulation as receding pedagogue after the close of the shortening of his rations, or cutting school. Strange lights, too, play at off his wine and ale, until he mended night in the air and the sea, and little his manners. What right had be to be creatures in the water seem to be doing so much more stout and red-faced than their best down there to get up a milky- most of us? Why did he not speak to way or an aurora borcalis on their own us, or bow to us? Why did he walk hook. Then, the darkness itself, when about as if he were Queen Victoria's it comes, is a great power, and a more admiral, and we were his cabin-boys? living mystery than on land; for, at I confess to sharing a little in the feelsca, the darkness and the ocean scem to ing against him, until I discovered that be one thing, and the night is not a cir- he was always on the look-out for the
good of the ship, and every dark and tain of the ship and crew; the chieffoggy night, when we were on our pil- engineer being a thoughtful, somewhat lows, he was on deck, watching over us thin, very companionable and Amerias if we were his children. I forgave can-looking mar, whilst the captain him the gruff manners for his good sea- was a bluff, ruddy, nonchalant, portly manship, and rejoiced in a good cap- John Bull, with lines on his face and tain more than in a bland gentleman. body more marked with the curves of In time, too, his manners seemed to generous living than with the sharp mollisy, and, when we shook hands with lines of reflection and anxiety. Do we him at parting, we felt that we should think enough of the large amount of like to take the voyage with him and educated skill now in the service of his good ship always, and that he had voyaging and travelling, and apprecisweet juices under that rough bark. ate, as we ought to do, the influence of
Sailors are always a noticeable set- the new exact sciences and arts upon with their jaunty rig and their ability culture and morality? One of the most to live at sea or on land, tread the roll- sensible men that I know, who has a ing deck firmly, in the storni, or hang chief place among railway directors, in the air on swinging ropes like apes. assures me that railroad men, as such, Such a puzzle they are, too, in their are a superior class, and that all grades character; so superstitious and so reck- of them, whether conductors or engiless, so self-denying and so self-indul- neers, form habits of caution and punc gent, such believers and such radicals, tuality which give them a high rank as such stoics in danger at sea and such to character and influence. Travellers epicureans among pleasures on shore. cannot be too mindful of all such faithThese sailors seemed to be of the regu- ful service; and, after so many weeks lar breed of old salts, and not the sweep- upon the seas without a single disaster, ings of the streets and groggeries. They I cannot but acknowledge the modest were well-clad, fed, and disciplined; and ever-watchful science that presides and, when they appeared at divine ser- over the engine-room, and keeps the vice on Sunday, in their best clothes, it mighty powers there so thoroughly in did a man's heart good to see how old hand for the protection of life and the England trains her roughest sons to love swift and safe passage from land to their mother-land and Church, and teach land. them her prayers and hymns. I was Our passengers got along very well, amused, sometimes, at some of their and we had room and variety sufficient feats of strength and skill, which made to see enough, and not too much, of each them merry and kept their muscles in other. It is said that people who are good trim during the leisure spells of shut up together at sea form bitter anthe week
tipathies, and sometimes look upon It is important to note the presence each other with mortal hatred. It may and power of the new scientific ele- be so where the voyage is long or the ments in the work of navigation. The quarters close, but not where the voyage old seaman, of course, knew the use of is limited and there is free space to sit the compass and sextant, and our im- or walk or lounge at will and liberty, proved instruments and charts concen- to think or chat or read or sleep, as you trate a deal of knowledge and skill in have a mind to. One likes much to the binnacle. But the engine-room is find agreeable people at sea, who will now the stronghold of science, and it is greet you kindly and intercbange friendthere that the modern spirit bears sway. ly words now and then, so that, in the I often looked into that room and talk- course of the day, the passing hours are ed with the master-spirit there. He never wholly dull; and, when you are was a Scotchman; and this master of weary of yourself and the sea, you can the steam-forces was as much of a con- have a fair allowance of genial humantrast in looks as in purpose to the cap- ity to feast on, as well as the soup and fish and beef and mutton and chicken fellow's legs ! and the whole scene kept on the table. One delights, too, in a company with his joy. The men and little fun occasionally, and a good mer- women hushed their chat, and listened ry-maker is a great treasure at sea. and looked; the porpoises rolled over People are ready to laugh at small and over like mad; the paddle-wheels game, indeed, there; and, in the ab- turned more cheerily, and the bright sence of the world's great stage, where stars and the great moon held out their tragedy and comedy are always going lamps over the scene so benignly, that on, we are willing to take the best of it we needed no chandelier nor foot-lights. that we can get, especially the comedy. Most probably the mermaids—if any Conscious of this craving for amuse- there were--as they heard the music ment, a thoughtful man may well ask and saw the movement, thought our himself why our habits of mind are so ship a great water-bug, a huge sea-crickdull and plodding, and that we have so et, whose chirp was that banjo and generally made over to paid agents this whose feet were those ever-turning ancient and important business of mak- wheels. ing fun. The time was when we were Do we, in our modern life, give the all full of merry music; and every legs their due? and is it not wholly unhealthy child is as good as a play, and fair to look upon the dance merely as laughs and prattles and sings and the soft indulgence of voluptuous hours, screams out the ceaseless comedy of life as our sterner moralists seem so often As a natural and unpaid actor. Mr. to do? I have nothing to say against Dombey is dull and prosaic, and if he a reasonable style and extent of dancing laughs, he pays a clown for putting him of men and women together; and their up to it; but Dombey's baby laughs fitly-rhymed feet may act out the melobecause the fun is in him, and the great dy and harmony that make the music God, who made the universe, filled that of the home, and teach the great truth little heart with glee. It was instruc- that life becomes poetry wben manly tive to see the great attention given to strength and feminine beauty keep the only man on board who was willing proper step, and move on lovingly in to amuse us together in the lump. He the path of obedience and joy. But was not the graceful actor of genteel the dance did not begin in this way, comedy who went with us to Europe nor have its great triumph thus. It was for rest after a long and weary season; once the act of heroism, and even of nor was he the noted humorist who was religion. The Pyrrhic dance of the on his way to set the people of England Greeks was, at first, I think, a warinto a gale; nor the eloquent lecturer dance, and intended to train all the on Cromwell and his Times, who was limbs in manly strength, and drill the carrying home pockets full of gold; but hands and feet for all the motions of he was simply a member of a troupe battle. Exactly what a religious dance of minstrels, who was to rejoin his com- was, it is hard to say; the doleful pany in London. His instrument was movements of the Shakers give us a not the harp or guitar, but the banjo, poor idea of what David did when he and right merrily did he sing and play, “danced before the Lord ;” and he who until it seemed as if a whole plantation could play his religion out on his harp of negroes were on our deck, and at last in psalms, was moved to dance it out an antic youngster-quite a trim youth in that inspired lyric of the legs. That he was, ton—took to his heels and made young man's dance at sea set me to the music into dance. Although in a thinking about the possibilities of setsomewhat pensive mood, with thoughts ting the human body thoroughly to on home and friends, and on life, not music, and making all the limbs and all a holiday of late, I could not but muscles move in due tune and time, bless the man, the banjo, and the dancer. now, perhaps, to the beat of drums and What music there was in that young cymbals, now to the swell of trumpets and horns, and now to the notes of The grave dancers, I only add, were of flutes and soft recorders. The dancing three classes, and the merry dancers that mates men with women in entranc- were of two classes, all being men, ing round, is likely to take care of it- youths, or boys. self, and needs no protection except to These may be odd ideas for New York moderate excess; but the dance of no- in this time of wanton dances in public ble manhood may call for some sober and private. It is possible, however, thought, and make a new feature in the that another century may see a different education of the coming man. Old state of things; and it is to be hoped Rome gives hints of what the new that, if the Pyrrhic dance, or something Rome should be. I have just read, in as manly, comes back, it will be from a Mommsen, that Roman poetry sprang new race of manly Greeks, and not from up in the lyrical form, and grew out of savage barbarians, who come up in those primitive festal rejoicings in which retribution or reaction against the goddance and music and song were insepa- less and effeminate lust of our present rably blended; and in the most ancient manners. Better hope and strive for religious usages, dancing, and, next to the good time coming, when, at sea and dancing, instrumental music, were far on land, people shall learn to be happy more prominent than song; the chief and to make others happy, by beautiful place in the grand procession of vic- arts and true and gentle living—such tory, next to the images of the gods as shall do away with heartsickness, and the champions, being assigned to even if seasickness may linger awhile the dancers, both the grave and merry. longer.
ONTHANK; OR, THE TYRANT'S TRIUMPH. “ Tom, what's the matter ?”
final condemnation, too. And, putting - What made you think any thing on a reproving face, I said, was?"
" Onthankful man !- when she has “ You've been as silent and grim as a given you her only child !” burglar every time I've met you, for a “And herself into the bargain. But fortnight. There's something, old fel- don't joke about it, Charley. It's maklow. What is it?"
ing me ill. I can't tell any other human He reflected a moment, and then, in being but you. I couldn't tell you, if his quick way, sprang up and locked you weren't the oldest friend I have in the door of the private office.
the world." “I'll tell you, Charley, for you've known It must be a real enough misery that me, and Susy too, long enough—-" could extort from this reticent man any
He jumped up again, and broke out, admission of trouble about himself, and " That old Onthank!"
about his shy, sweet, delicate, snowHorror!-his wife's mother! I wasn't white, golden-haired little wife-for it fond of the old lady, that's the fact, was something that concerned her, too! but I had wickedly made her think-or And that old lady is such a Well, rather allowed her to suppose (for 1 I was grave enough in an instant. assure you that I've never flirted with “Charley,” he resumed, sitting down her in the least)--that she is a great again, and looking intently at me, with favorite of mine. You can get those a white face and angry, miserable eyes, reforming old ladies to believe any “I'm rather too reserved, I suppose; thing at all. But, of course, I was but, of all things in this world, or any shocked on principle to hear Tom Wil- other, whether I show it or not, I love lis call his own mother-in-law “Old On- most and think holiest my home and thank,” and with adjuncts implying my wife.”
I felt my own face grow pale, too; character was just, as far as it went. I my heart really stopped beating for å added, mentally-what, perhaps, he moment.
would have assented to, but what use in “Ah,” he went on, it isn't the very annoying him with it ?—that she had worst, yet. I suppose
I may have inherited some slight something of brooded over it, until, perhaps, I over- what, in her old mother, was a fussy, estimate it. Susy is as pure as an angel shallow, restless love of attention and in heaven. The worst about her is, applause. And, last and worst, she had that she's making a mistake. Onthank Lo children. And so I said, not really is the Satan of the business."
meaning to speak out, either, I was entirely puzzled.
“I wish Susy had about three ba“ The point is just this: my notions bies ! " about feminine delicacy are fastidious, And thereupon I looked at Tom, who perhaps; but, if they are, it's because I blushed and turned white, and then the reverence women so much. Susy is tears came into his eyes. I had not rebent on appearing in tragedy. I'd just membered, either, how (like more men about as soon see her --"
than you might imagine) he had a pasHe stopped short. I could not at sionate love for children, so irresistible once, as they say, "realize" the situa- and keen that, like the love of David tion. He might as well have told me, and Jonathan, it passed the love of without notice, that the little snow- women, It was too late to apologize, white fairy thing was bent on becom- however; and, besides, I had told the ing a four-ton male elephant, or coming truth. So I changed the subject. out as a clown at the circus, with her “ Have you thought ai doing any nose painted a strong red. I stared at thing about it?” him in silence, relieved from any actual “Plenty of things. But I don't beterror, but with a frightful sense of ab. lieve I would forbid her to cut my surdity swelling inside of me instead. throat, if she thought it was right. I Far down there was a laugh, but I kept can't argue her out of it; she don't it thoroughly out of sight. Tom was argue at all. Onthank argues. I can't too unhappy.
send off the old lady, for she hasn't a “I can't understand it at all,” I said, cent, and Susy wouldn't have her away, gravely.
either. I wish there was a heaven-in“Who could, I should like to know?” law for mothers-in-law to be translated be burst out, with the same mingled to at their daughters' marriages ! " wrath and distress. “ I'm like a wild “ Tom, let me go and talk it over bull in a net. Susy loves me, and loves with the ladies, will you? You're right her mother, too. She's as spiritual as in the middle of the trouble, and you an archangel, and perhaps that very can't see it. Let me go into it, and thing has kept her from appreciating then come out and consider. It will be the earthliness of the business she pro- hard if you and I together can't think poses. She is as conscientious as a mar- of something." tyr; and the worst of all is, she is so “ Just what I want. You haven't absolutely clean, so pure, through and been up at the house this long time; through, that she can't see dirt. She they've both been asking about you. has got the notion that women don't Onthank likes you, that's an advantage. have a fair chance. She has been per- She distrusts me, and very properly; suaded that she has dramatic abilities, though I treat her in the correctest and that it's her duty to exploit them manner." in behalf of her sex. As for the dirt
afternoon." part—the practical undesirableness of So I went, leaving poor Tom in that her appearing-she really cannot see half-mitigated state which even a prethem."
liminary consultation with the doctor Tom's analysis of the little lady's affords a patient.
- I'll go