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knot” of flowers. The first sweet blossom, that|ter, and, alas ! almost every thing that is otherwise, left“ the grace of the fashion of it" graved upon is traced to maternal influence, it is not strange the tablet of my memory, was the bright, blue con- that the well-attested fact, that few moral and senvolvolus, that swung from its trellis in the dewy sible young men, have issued with the blushing homorning, in the centre of "the knot." Here was nors of their alma-mater upon them, from the ve. the beautiful and appropriate location of many a nerable walls of Harvard, with less intellectual ammonarchy of bees, and here the favored spot where bition and high purpose of soul than he-should Uncle John, in the peaceful lapse of the long, long remind one that the strength of his filial affection, Summer days, would sit and watch the insects as which was very great, he often described in conthey revelled in the nectar of the flowret's cup, and junction with his mother's “ nice minced pies," – soliloquize in the sufficiency of his blessedness, and that the rapture which he felt in returning to “What is this world to me,
her society in college vacations, seemed not quite Its pomp, its pleasures and its nonsense, all ?” distinct from that which he felt in his simultaneous He wore a worsted cap of many colors, a gown of transition from the baked-beans and boil'd beef of purple camlet, and leather shoes adorned with an college commons, to the cakes and confectionary ample buckle of polished steel. His staff and to- of his mother's pantry. Many a young face has bacco-pipe lay at his side—the former beca he smiled to hear him, in the days of his old age, close was frequently "light-headed,” the other because an animated description of the solemnities of an it was his nearest and dearest earthly friend. ordination-of which no man perhaps ever attend.
Mr. W. was never married; and, early in life, was ed more than himself—with a not less glowing dethe affectionate title prefixed to his name, which scription of the “ great plum pudding,” that graced universal custom has acceded to bachelors, as their the table of his hospitable host. But his life wa rightful honor. He was an admirer of beautiful filled up with acts of benevolence and piety; " the women; and it is said, in his youth, did actually blessing of him that was ready to perish, came apun make overtures of a very affectionate character to him, and he caused the widow's heart to sing for one whom he thought supremely so,-but he was joy;" he dealt his bread to the hungry, and " he that not successful. Not at all embittered, however, was poor, without covering, was warmed with the by his disappointment, he continued, even to old age, fleece of his sheep.” to consider “a fine-tempered woman,” as but little Is it uncharitable to observe, and is it unwise to lower than the angels, and “happy love a heavenly record discrepancies of character in the good! Or sight;" and to regard with intense interest the lot is it not rather both wise and charitable to observe of those who enjoyed the happiness that heaven and record, that we may remember and avoid then! had denied to himself. He even delighted in those Let the youth, who is cultivating and exercising tales of fiction, which portrayed the consummate with most praiseworthy care, the holy charities and blessedness of united lovers, in the exaggerated gentle sympathies of our nature, while his intelmanner of the novelists of the last generation; and, lectual and physical powers are becoming feeble on one occasion, when a sudden attack of sickness from inaction, and useless from neglect; imagine interrupted him in the perusal of that most fasci- Uncle John, in the indulgence of his rural taste, nating and dangerous of a most worthless class of training the delicious pea, pruning the currant and books—" The Children of the Abbey"-requested gooseberry bush, and cultivating with most pecua young niece to sit by his bed-side and relate the liar care his useless favorite--the splendid tobacco concluding events, as "he thought he should like plant,—while his fine intellect was without approto know before he died whether Lord Mortimer priate employment—the more important departever married that young woman.
ments of agricultural economy neglected—and while In his early youth he attended on the ministry of his extensive and often ill-directed charities, were Whitefield, who was then in the midst of his min- very essentially impairing the fair and beautiful isterial labors and successes in New England. patrimony that he loved so well ;-and, perhaps. He adopted his principles, and imitated his piety, the record of Uncle John's inconsistencies, may not and ever spoke with enthusiasm of the supernatu- be altogether in vain. ral eloquence of that wonderful man, and its sub- He rests beneath the Sumach, in the quiet grave lime results. One cannot but stop to inquire why, yard of N-- awaiting the resurrection of the with a naturally superior intellect, and the highest just. His name will soon have passed from earth, opportunities of education, with those superinduced or be found only in the catalogue of Harvard, or in principles of piety which furnish the highest im- "Alden's Collection of American Epitaphs ;" hat pulse to activity of which our nature is suscepti- he will have a name better than that of Sons and ble, he should have numbered his three-score-years- of Daughters, in the courts of the Lord, when the and-ten, without having devoted himself to any hearts in which his memory is still cherished with honorable profession, or engaging in any of the affection, shall with his, have become motionless elevated and useful pursuits of life. But, in this forever. day, when every thing that is excellent in charac- Maine.
The waves came dancing o'er the sea
In bright and glittering bands; Like little children wild with glee
They linked their dimpled hands. They linked their hands--but ere I caright
Their sprinkled drops of dew, They kissed my feet, and quick as thought
Away the ripples flew.
“A GREEN HAND'S FIRST CRUISE."
The twilight hours like birds flew by,
As lightly and as free; Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten thousand in the sea ;
That leaped upon the air,
And held it trembling there.
The young moon, too, with optured sides,
Her mirror'd beauty gave ;
She rode upon the wave.
As perfect and as whole,
As thrills the immortal soul.
The leaves, by spirit-voices stirr’d,
Made murinurs on the air,Low murmurs, that my spirit heard,
And answer'd with a prayer:
Beside the moaning seas,
And sing such strains as these.
Reflections on Privateering, Privateersmen, and other matters, suggested by the perusal of “A Green Hand's First "Cruise. By a Younker. 2 vols. 12mo. Baltimore: “Cushing & Brother-1841.”
The romance-reading part of the community is under many obligations to Mr. Cooper, who originated the sea novel. The path which he opened has been successfully followed by Captains Marryatt, Chamier and others; and scenes on shipboard have vied in interest with any other creations of the fancy. The authors mentioned have sought, by description of the perils of the storm, the maddening excitement of the conflict, or the scenic beauties which the ocean sometimes displays, to arouse the imagination and gratify the taste. The avidity with which the sea stories of Cooper and Marryatt were read, shows how well these writers have succeeded. But they have sought alone to please the fancy. No moral lessons are taught in their pages; nothing can be gleaned from them, to make men better or wiser: rather, much mischief has been done, by the impressions which young and enthusiastic minds have derived from the contemplation of scenes and actions, far too highly colored to give just notions of real life. Not so with the book under notice. Though bearing a title that would seem to rank it with the novels of the day, it is not entirely a work of fiction. The Author states that his pages are extracts from the Log Book of Memory; and asserts that the incidents have all their data, though necessarily shaded by the lapse of time and the imperfections of memory.
The Green Hand's First Cruise is in a Privateer; and his recollections bear ample evidence of the degrading nature of the service. The book is, valuable on this account; and, we believe, might
The flowers, all folded to their dreams,
Were bowed in slumber free,
Where e'er they chanced to be.
No sins to be forgiven;
Right in the face of heaven.
No jewels from the seas,
Was ne'er arrayed like these.
arrest the impulse of many a youth, who, (while extreme. We, ourselves, claim some intimacy with ignorant of the hardship and degradation to which the class; and have kept many a watch with saihe would be subjected in his pursuit,) should seek, lors in a Frigate's “Top," where, on some still by a cruise in a Privateer, riches and adventure. clear night, their practical jokes, “strange oaths" Our Author's Privateer may, we suppose, be taken and queer expressions, have excited in as such as a sample of her class; and she exhibits a rare uncontrollable laughter, as to break in upon the picture. Her crew is made up of all that cupidity, thoughts of the “ officer of the deck," and elicit utter recklessness, and false impressions can bring from him a sharp, stern "Silence in the Main Top!" together. Seaman, Landsman, and Loafer (who is It is in scenes like these, that one's mind dwells upon generally a compound of the first two, and is known the character of the seaman with pleasure ; who in in the ports of the Western Coast of South Ame- battle and the storm, excites our admiration, and rica, as a “ Beach Comber,”) all find berths in such always commands our regard. Jack is a genea craft. The reckless seaman ships, because it is ral favorite; and, as for our own seamen, we a Ship; for your real old “Salt” cares little about hope to see their happiness and well-being always the nature of the service in which he may be en- the peculiar care of a grateful nation. Our Nary gaged, provided he gets his allowance of grog, and has been a pride and a wonder. In all parts of can have his hammock swung by the blue surge of the world, we have heard its praises; and now, his familiar friend, at once his cradle and his that the public mind seems to be particularly turned grave. The Loafer ships for mischief; thoroughly towards it, we would " fain" "shove in our oar,"— a scoundrel, he goes for plunder; and it matters lit- and say a few words about a service we love so tle with him whether the individual upon whom he well. operates be friend or foe. The Landsman (unless The lustre which the deeds of Hull, DeCATOR, he be a jail-bird) is brought into the service by BAINBRIDGE, Stewart, Perry, M'DONOUGH, LAF. deceit, lying, treachery; he goes on board, under RENCE, BLAKELY, Jones and WARRINGTON have the inpression that he is to be something,-may-be, shed upon the American Navy, still glows around a little better than the Captain—that he is to make it. Deeply concerned are we to say, that the rea summer cruise of a few months, and return home putation of the officers of present day is much laden with treasures. Wofully does he find him- enhanced by the “ gleam of this glory." They live self deceived; and bitterly does he curse his own upon their memory. It is true that the junior officers stupidity, when he finds himself hanging on a yard, have had no chance; and it is impossible to say, how over a raging sea, and tearing off his finger nails, they would stand the test of their country's judgment, in ineffectual attempts to grasp the "skin" of a if tried upon their own merits. Every one acquainfrozen topsail. We do not pity him; for he was ted with the character of the Navy Officers of the led by avarice. But, in this last class, may be some present day, will admit that the courage of these reyouth of promise, who was induced to join our Pri- terans still dwells in the hearts of their successors. vateer by love of adventure, by a spirit of daring, A lamentable but glorious instance has been lately and a hope of renown;—he has shipped gladly, and exhibited, in the fate of young UNDERWOop and undoubtingly;-he longs to enter into association Henry, (honored be the gallant dead,) who fell, in with the bold and manly sailor, and, in conflict with covering the retreat of their unarmed boat's crew, his country's foes, to win his laurels at the cannon's from the attack of a horde of ruthless savages. mouth;-he joins the ship, and sails ;-immediately But, the present condition of the Navy plaioly his eyes begin to open ;-he finds himself associated shows that there is something wrong. We appear with villains of every hue; and, upon his first cap- to want the judgment and unanimity of action, neture of a merchantman, discovers that he is little cessary to maintain for the Navy, that lofty posibetter than a common robber. Disgusted with his tion which it has hitherto occupied in the estimatrade, with the profanity and obscenity of his com- tion of men. It is admitted, on all hands, that its rades, and the petty tyranny of his officers,-he present condition is any thing but a good one. 01determines to quit on the first opportunity ;—but he ficers, of all ranks, are crying out for reform; and may be captured,—he may be herded in a prison, yet, it is hardly possible to find out exactly what it with wretches of every name and nation; where, is they want. Some say one thing,—some another. after years of bitter repinings, of shame, regret, re- One begs to be made an Admiral. Another er. morse, he yields in despair; becomes brutalized, claims, “Why make Admirals, when there is no and worse than the worst around him. To such an command to give them, at all suiled to the rank!" one, a knowledge of the facts exhibited in this work Pursers are growling, because they are “Sky would be a treasure; and for this we particularly Keepers;" and Doctors want more pay. Thus, commend it, both to the young and the old, but more Members of Congress and influential men are disparticularly to the young. Our Author shows a gusted and disheartened ; and, not knowing what perfect acquaintance with the habits and manners to do, DO NOTHING. of the “ Tar;" and some of his imitations of the We had fondly hoped, that, in the admirable especuliar phraseology of “ Jack," are ludicrous in the says of “Harry Bluff,” our Navy Officers bad, ui
length, found an unanimous expression of their cerity, that we have rarely known a man whose wishes. Clear, forcible, and far-sighted, these Es- conduct was governed by more elevated principles says have won for their author golden opinions of honor and morality. And he was as modest as from "all sorts of men.” The public press teemed he was amiable. We shall never forget the many with commendations of them; and Navy Officers, happy hours we spent in his society, when we were in convention, at Philadelphia and Washington, de- both sojourners in the Metropolis of the Bay State. termined to republish one of them, to be laid on Even at this distant day,—for nearly a quarter of the desks of Members of Congress. We hoped a century has since passed over our heads, searing and believed that these writings would form a our visage, and sprinkling snows upon our brow,guide-book for the next Secretary of the Navy; even now we distinctly remember the day when and that not one voice would have been raised in “ The Younker" first entered our office, in his blue opposition to them. But, alas! for the Navy, we sailor garb, and asked for employment and the were deceived. We have recently seen two or modest blush which mantled over his cheek when, three publications from Navy Officers, attempting to in reply to an interrogatory from us, he hesitatingly contravene the opinions and views set forth in the spoke of his qualifications. We found him not less "Scraps from the Lucky Bag;" and endeavoring to faithful to his duties than skilful in his professionprove that these Essays provided no full and effi- and when he voluntarily left our employment, we cient remedy for the disease, which all seem to parted from him as from a friend, whose unassuadmit is fixed upon the vitals of the Navy. These ming worth had won its way to our heart. As he writers may have formed an honest difference of opi- reads these lines, Pinckney-street, and the "pleanion with “Harry Bluff;" but this appears to us an sant days” which we spent together, will revive in unfortunate time to have expressed it. They have his mind, like the sweet tones of “remembered muthrown themselves in the way of the great cause sic.” He will think again of the parting hour, of reorganization, in which the friends of the Navy when he concluded to “try his fortune" in a milder are engaged; and we would recommend that their climate-He will recollect with what emphasis the opinions be closely and thoughtfully scanned, ere young Virginian bade him “God speed," and uttered credence is given to their statements, or confidence a heartfelt prayer for the blessing of Heaven upon to their reasoning. It makes one angry to see this his efforts. And heartily do we rejoice to know spirit of opposition. Why-why, cannot officers, that our friend, after a boisterous and adventurous in seaman's phrase, “heave together?"
youth-making the polar-star of Truth and Honor For ourselves, we are of opinion, that nothing his guide-escaping all the quicksands and sheals of has been, or can be, offered for the improvement the great sea of Human Life, in whose bosom lie of the service, more efficient than the views set engulphed so many daring spirits, and whose coasts forth in “Scraps from the Lucky Bag;" and we are strewed with the wrecks of ambition, folly and would recommend to the Officers of the Navy that crime, has found safe anchorage in a pleasant they should, by every means in their power, urge harbor. May the halcyon continue to spread its the new Secretary to give these papers a full and fair wings over his quiet and beautiful and prosperous examination, with the view of being, in some mea- home! sure, guided in his course by the practical wisdom The Book exhibits a curious and interesting picand experience exhibited in them.
ture of the habits and occupations of the prisoners * Mais revenons,” &c. &c.—we have been too at Dartmoor. We had not thought that such long from our subject. Our Author did meet with license of speech and action had been tolerated in a portion of the fate we imagined for “some youth the prisoners at that famous jail. They drankof promise ;" he was “ herded in a prison with they quarrelled-fought-gambled-rioted. The wretches;" and well was it for him that he had in English officers and soldiers in charge of the prison his nature something more than promise, or he appear to have exhibited, on some occasions, a would have hardly failed falling into the latter part degree of toleration towards the prisoners, which, of the imaginary predicament of our youth. Boldly we had supposed, had never been exercised to. and manfully did he resist the temptations to evil, wards them. We do not wish to defend the bruby which all were beset; and he came out from the tal conduct of the commandant, Shortland, who prison, unscathed by the pestilential influence of ordered his men to fire upon the prisoners --by the scoundrelism around him. We have since which some eight or ten were killed, and many koown him as Foreman and Proof-Reader in our others wounded ;-for, according to the Author's own office; and can safely aver, that neither the showing, so violent a procedure does not appear cruise in the Privateer nor the abode in the Prison to have been necessary, upon that, nor any other could at all affect the moral rectitude of his nature. occasion; but we do not see how such turbuHe passed through the glowing furnace of temp- lent spirits could have been kept in the necessary tation and evil, and yet there was no “smell of fire degree of obedience and subordination, except by on his garments." As a Printer and Proof-Reader, strictly enforcing the necessary rules and regulahe bas few equals; and, we may add, in all sin-'tions. They had disobeyed orders—disregarded
entreaties-despised and laughed at threats-re
QUOTIDIANA. fused to give up prisoners demanded for punishment-insulted and stoned the officerstaunted
E. SNOD GRASS, M. D. and abused the soldiers—and seemed determined, by every means in their power, to draw upon their
NO. VII. own heads the heaviest measure of punishment.
Those who use the epithets“ disagreeable” and The style of the Work is easy and agreeable, though possibly too technical, to please the general do injustice to the season.
" forbidding,” when discoursing of winter, surely
There is something in mass of readers. We can readily imagine how
the influence of this season of frosts and snow and an old “Salt,” (generally the gravest of human
wind, which tends to elevate and perfect our dobeings,) seated upon a “Match Tub," on his “ Forecastle” home, would chuckle over its humor. We mestic sympathies. The very wind which howls have ourselves enjoyed it; and we heartily wish mournfully and chillingly around the homestead, the “Green Hand's First Cruise" the meed of suc
seems to drive our hearts into an intimacy of kin
dred feeling (an almost identity of spirit) we never cess it merits.
feel during the hours of the vernal or summer divisions of the year. It is now man may be filially happy--if ever-as he gives vent to the livelier
emotions of his nature. Now he may have leisure
to hold communion with those he loves most-his THE ENTHUSIAST'S FAITH.
kindred and neighbors—while he
“ Hangs over the enlivening blaze-"
grateful to a kind Providence for the comforts of Strength to gain the race we run?
a home. What magic in that little word, for him!
Winter is the season for mental delights—for
mental activity. Amid the dry and sultry days of Would you counsel calm submission
summer, the whole being appears to suffer from a To the soul that sighs for sway?
languor and exhaustion totally unbefitting intelleeWould you fetter dreams so restless,
tual pursuits. Our thoughts are sluggish and turYet untested in their might,
bid, and seem to flow through the channels of the Would you stay the thoughts so earnest,
mind, as do the waters of some stagnant stream, too Ever heavenward in their flight ?
lazy to bear the burden of the lightest summerIs it vain, this ceaseless yearning
leaf that may have fallen upon its dull and senseFor a consecrated fame? less bosom. Not so at the present season.
As Is it vain, this quenchless burning
the atmosphere becomes colder and dryer, the body For a proud and deathless name?
casts off all sluggishness of feeling, and the emoTeach me not so sad a lesson,
tions of the heart become quickened, -as does Let me live to lahor still;
the pulsation of every artery, and flow of every Much the hopeful heart can bring us,
vein. The whole being seems rejuvenescent. Much the firm, unwavering will!
Such is the well-known sympathy of the corporeal What were Life, if lofty wishes
and mental systems, that the intellectual faculties Did not light its waste of woes?
share largely in the change. They become more Death, with all its dearth of action, But without its blest repose !
and more energetic, and respond with more free
dom to impressions received by the brain through Away, with wisdom taught to sadden
the media of the senses.
Tasks from which the mind would have shrunk
during the languid moments of the solstitial season,
are in winter undertaken not only promptly, bat, it Not for me a faith so lowly,
may be, eagerly. The whole machinery of the intelNot for me so calm a life!
lect moves harmoniously for the accomplishment Be mine the wildness of existence, With all its rapture and its strise!
of whatever effort we may have in view. Not a
wheel nor spring seems out of place. Equally Every heart, with onward impulse,
active are the moral faculties. We may now Bears its destiny within, And to faint or falter not
call home thoughts which have been playing traIs to grasp what we would win.
ant, like schoolboys when too hot for study, and
employ them upon theines grave or gay, captivating All the fate of years is written In aspirations of our youth,
or profound. The volumes which we may hare es. And best success will ever brighten
sayed in vain to peruse with profit in summer, and The upward way of right and truth!
returned to the shelves of the seldom opened case, Watertown.
are now lifted from their dusty beds, to feed the
J. T. L.