roars. In such cases vessels are often driven far out of their course, dashed to pieces by the waves, and swallowed up. Sometimes the storm drives them against sandbanks and rocks, where they are entirely wrecked. Whirlpools, or those masses of water which make the vessel turn rapidly round, and, at last, swallow it up; these gulfs and whirlpools are occasioned by great cavities in the sea, where rocks and opposite currents meet. No less dangerous are the waterspouts, which the wind lifts from the sea towards the sky. They hover in the air over the sea, and the wind causes them to twist and turn with violence. They often burst with a great crash, and do great damage: for when they approach a vessel they mingle with its sails, raise it aloft, and shake it to pieces, or precipitate it to the bottom. At least, if they do not carry it away, they break the mast, tear the sails, and drown the vessel. Many ships perish by similar causes."-Sturm's Reflections. THE sea, the sea, the open sea, The blue, the fresh, the ever free: It runneth the earth's wide regions round. I'm on the sea, I'm on the sea, I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below And silence wheresoe'er I go. If a storm should come and awake the deep, I love, O how I love to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, The waves were white, and red the morn, I have lived since then in calm and strife, BARRY CORNWALL. XXVIII. THE SAILOR'S GRAVE. "THE land service for the burial of the dead contains the following words: Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God, of his great mercy, to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope,' &c. Every one, I am sure, who has attended the funeral of a friend (and whom will this not include?), must recollect the solemnity of that stage of the ceremony where, as the above words are pronounced, there are cast into the grave three successive portions of earth; which, falling on the coffin, send up a hollow, mournful sound, resembling no other that I know. In the burial service at sea, the part quoted above is varied in the following very striking and solemn manner:-Forasmuch,' &c., we therefore commit his body to the deep, to be turned into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body, when the sea shall give up her dead, and the life of the world to come." "-B. Hall's Voyages. 6 THERE is in the lone, lone sea, A spot unmarked but holy, That oft in triumph bore him, He sleeps he sleeps, serene, and safe The sea and him in death They did not dare to sever; It was his home when he had breath, HYMN TO THE NORTH STAR. No vulgar foot treads here, No hand profane shall move thee, Thy name, thy worth, thy glory, 217 ANONYMOUS. XXIX. HYMN TO THE NORTH STAR. "AMONG the northern constellations, there is none so remarkable as that which is nearest to the pole, and which is termed the Little Bear. The last star of its tail is less than two degrees distant from the pole. On this account it is called the polar star. It is easy to distinguish this from the stars near it, because it scarcely appears to change its position, and is always seen in the same point of the heavens. It appears, indeed, to revolve around the pole; but its motion is so slow, and the circle which it describes so small, that it is scarcely perceptible. Its situation, therefore, can be very little varied; and as it is seen in all seasons of the year, in the same point of the firmament, it becomes a sure guide to the mariner, particularly in the open seas. Before the discovery of the magnet, sailors had no surer guide than the polar star; and even now, when the sky is serene, they may depend more confidently on this star than on the magnetic needle."-Sturm's Reflections. THE sad and solemn Night Has yet her multitude of cheerful fires ; The glorious host of light Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires; All through her silent watches, gliding slow, Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. Day, too, hath many a star To grace his gorgeous reign, as bright as they : Unseen, they follow in his flaming way; Star of the Pole! and thou dost see them set. Thou keep'st thy old, unmoving station yet, There, at morn's rosy birth, Thou lookest meekly through the kindling air, Chases the day, beholds thee watching there; Alike, beneath thine eye, The deeds of darkness and of light are done; High towards the starlit sky Towns blaze-the smoke of battle blots the sun The nightstorm on a thousand hills is loud And the strong wind of day doth mingle sea and cloud. On thy unaltering blaze The half-wrecked mariner, his compass lost, Fixes his steady gaze, And steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast: And they who stray in perilous wastes by night, Are glad when thou dost shine to guide their footsteps right. And, therefore, bards of old, Sages, and hermits of the solemn wood, Did in thy beams behold A beauteous type of that unchanging good, That bright eternal beacon, by whose ray The voyager of time should shape his heedful way. BRYANT. XXX. THE SECRET OF THE SEA. "THERE is mystery in the sea. There is mystery in its depths. It is unfathomed, and perhaps unfathomable. Who can tell, who shall know, how near its pits run down to the central core of the world? Who can tell what wells, what fountains are there, to which the fountains of the earth are in comparison but drops? Who shall say whence the ocean derives those inexhaustible supplies of salt, which so impregnate its waters that all the rivers of the earth, flowing into it from the time of Creation, have not been able to freshen them? What undescribed monsters, what unimaginable shapes, may be roving in the profoundest places of the sea, never seeking, and perhaps from their nature unable to seek, the upper waters, and expose themselves to the gaze of man? What glittering riches, what heaps of gold, what stores of gems, there must be scattered in lavish profusion on the ocean's bed? What spoils from all climates, what works of art from all lands, have been engulfed by the insatiable and reckless waves? Who shall go down to examine and reclaim this uncounted and idle wealth? Who bears the keys of the deep?"- Grace Green wood. THE SECRET OF THE SEA. AH! what pleasant visions haunt me All my dreams, come back to me. How he heard the ancient helmsman Till his soul was full of longing, And he cried, with impulse strong, "Wouldst thou," so the helmsman answered, In each sail that skims the horizon, I behold that stately galley, Till my soul is full of longing For the secret of the sea, And the heart of the great ocean Sends a thrilling pulse through me. 219 LONGFELLOW. |