Let our yachts of all dimensions, then, behoisted sail, and kept a good look-out to multiplied. The amusement is so unim- clear the Shambles, a hard sand lying off peachable, so scientific and manly, while the south-east part of the Isle of Portland, with prudence the cost need be very little distant about 'three miles from the Bill. compared with that of a stable of hunters From twelve to fifteen feet of water only for thick-headed squires following a yelping are over this sand at low tide. The sea pack of dogs after a harmless bare. There continued to run high, but the boat shipped is no exhilaration more fresh than that im- no water. It was soon perceptible that the parted by the seabreeze, no spirit-elevation ebb tide was carrying the boat rapidly tomore gladdening, none more manly and in-wards the danger. In order to avoid so nocent. Alas! that with us the days when terrible a disaster it became necessary to we in little ploughed the wave! They have shake the reef out of the sail, but in order passed away. The voyage to the solitary to do this the helm must be abandoned, and rock or green-turfed islet, and the hearty the boat would inevitably broach-to. The repast on the edge of the breaking suri, alternative was horrible. The boat was cannot be forgotten. Its memory is still soon borne bow on towards the fatal sands. grateful

The waves were observed ahead, white with It may not be amiss to close these ram- foam, and breaking tremendously. The bling remarks with a tale of our boyhood. moment was as awful a one as could be en

The incident occurred when we were accus-countered by man, and not the less so from tomed to pull an oar until our hand were the impossibility of doing anything with blistered, not up a river, but on the stormy the reasonable chance of preserving existWest of England coast. The impression ence. The clearance of the Shambles to the story made can never be obliterated. the eastward or westward became no longer It has, no doubt, been published subsequent- possible. ly, though we have not met with it. The By great exertion Sturt contrived to hero of the story lived near Bridport, we throw out all the ballast, that the boat well remember. He was a gentleman of might not sink when it got into the surf. fortune, and kept a cutter-rigged yacht, in There he sat, with the roar of the breakers which he often cruised along the south-west- in his ears and the foam leaping and jumpern coast.

ing up ahead. He felt at that moment his The name of Weld is familiar in Dorset- case was hopeless, and began, in his desshire, and was connected with yacht-sailing pair, to sing or roar out the song, “ Cease, long before clubs for this purpose were es- rude Boreas, blustering railer !” much as tablished. Mr. Weld's yacht used to take boys whistle through a churchyard at night its station at Weymouth whenever George to keep up their courage. A sea now III. and the royal family visited that water- struck the boat, and he was in the very ing-place, and one or two other yachts kept jaws of death. A second on the quarter, by other individuals did the same. The and the boat broached to, overset, and the Alarm cutter, of the Royal Yacht Club, waves rolled over and over her. He recovformed afterwards at Cowes, belongs to one ered the boat again by swimming to it as it of the same family.

lay on its side, and, olinging fast, got off his He was cruising about off Weymouth, when coat, then his waistcoat and shirt, though a second yacht, cutter-rigged, began to con- with great difficulty. tend with him which should first get back. He had now floated fifteen miles from The sea then rose high ; Mr. Weld struck land. A hollow sea continually broke over his topmast, hoisted in his boat, and made him. He still indulged a hope of life. all snug. His rival, Mr. Sturt, struck his Despair afterwards came

upon him. topmast also, but feared to hoist in his boat, Thoughts of his wife and children rusbed from the high state of the sea. They were into his mind, and at one time he thought at this time about two leagues from the he saw them. Then a determination to land. The boat still impeding the course of struggle to the last for his preservation the yacht, and thus giving his opponent the arose. He continued to clear the boat of advantage, Sturt proposed to one of his the mast and sails, though continually washseamen, in order to get rid of the impedi- ed off. He then got upon the gunwale, and ment, to jump into the boat and take it to by his weight righted the boat and got in, Weymouth. The tar, seeing the state of but the waves continually overwhelmed him, the sea, wisely refused, and his master then and he had to regain the boat by swimming proposed to go himself

, leaving the race to every time, until he became nearly exhausthis crew.

He took a pocket-compass, got ed, while the salt spray, getting into his the mast stepped, cait off the painter, leyes, nearly blinded him. Still no relief appeared, his distance from the land in-strength to the degree that might be excreased, and his spirits began to flag. The pected, for he could always tread water love of life was still uppermost, and he con- long enough to see the boat, and then swim tinued to maintain his contest with the to her. waves, that as often washed him off and

It was about half-past four o'clock when buried him in their foam, yet conscious that he saw eight vessels to windward, standhe could not maintain his situation much ing towards where he was. This refreshed longer, having been two hours in the water. his spirits. About five o'clock, three or He now recollected that fishermen caught four passed without seeing him, or he being in a gale let a spar fastened to the boat's able to make them hear for the roar of the painter go ahead to break the violence of sea. Three more passed in the same way, the waves; he therefore got the painter and he was still unnoticed. What an anxfast to a seat of the boat, in doing which he ious moment! Two more were coming up, was so repeatedly buried beneath the being the last of the eight, and some of the the water that he nearly lost his breath. crew of a brig saw him, they going Sea-birds came and hovered round bis aloft to make him out. The brig then head, and he even shouted to keep them tacked and bore towards him, but did not off.

lower a boat, at which he felt an inconceivWhen a heavy sea approached, he got able dread come over lim. She passed on, away from the boat to leeward, holding the and only one vessel remained. It was getpainter, and found that the boat broke the ting dark, a high sea running, and Portland violence of the wave, so that only a part Race within two miles. He got on the came over him, and this kept up his spirits boats bottom and hailed the vessel

, was a little. Still no sail was in sight, the sea washed off, but got on again. At last he rising, and evening approaching He bad was seen by some soldiers, and a boat lowbeen three hours in the water, when he saw ered. At the sight, all his firmness forsook two sails about a mile to leeward — too far him, and he burst into tears! Retching off to hail them. His strength continued to came on from the quantity of salt water he diminish, owing to his swimming off to had swallowed, but when the boat reached avoid the seas, and then having to swim him he had recovered himself. each time up to the boat again. It was even so full of presence of mind as to loose four o'clock, and he had been in the water his trousers and throw them into the ship's from twelve, when a brig came within half boat. He then tried to get in, but his a mile. He made every exertion in his strength failed him, and he was pulled in by power to attract the attention of the crew, the legs When once in the boat, he was and succeeded, for he saw some of the men able to steer her to the ship. His limbs go into the shrouds to look. Whether they were benumbed, he was sorely bruised, bad saw him or not, they continued their course, a violent pain in the side, dizziness of the and left him to his fate. His heart sunk; eyes, weakness, and a great inclination to • his last hope seemed gone. He had drifted sleep. He had been five hours and a half in farther than ever from the land, the wind the sea. The vessel reached Portland Roads was rising, and the tide carrying him on the same evening, about eight o'clock. He fast to Portland Race. He got his wife's soon recovered, and a day or two afterwards watch out of his fob, tied it to the waistband presented the master of the vessel with a of his trousers, and then fastened them to piece of plate, and gave five guineas to each the thwart of the boat, thinking they might of the boatmen. lead to a discovery who he was, knowing

We received from the United States a well that the wind as it stood must drive copy of the log of the Henrietta the other his body on shore near Bridport, not far day. It is only another proof of what may from his own house. Living or dying now and can be done by a people who will not seemed to become indifferent; all the ter- be ruled by precedent, and the notion of rors of death bad ceased. He fastened the leaving “ well" alone because “ better" is a painter to bis body, that it might drift with novelty. Our antecedents never instructed the boat. Thus he continued generally a their offspring in this belief. As doubt is couple of feet under water, sometimes to2s- generally the parent of truth, just so it ed about, within the boat or on her bottom, would seem that daring is the parent of washed off at times, and sometimes losing success. her for several minutes together. Yet his

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ness of form. We see heads that turn on the realised pictures of a career. Every faculty pivot of the spine, no more; and we see heads new to each man goads him and drives him that seem to turn on a pivot as deep as the axle out into doleful deserts until it finds proper of the world, so slow, and lazily, and great, vents. One by one he learns to coin his they move. We see on the lip of our compan- wishes into facts, and at the end of fifty ion the presence or absence of the great masters of thought and poetry to his mind. We years his soul is appeased by seeing some read in his brow, on meeting him after many sort of correspondence between his wish years, that he is where we left him, or that he and his possession. This makes the value has made great strides.

of age, the satisfaction it slowly offers to

every craving. He is serene who does not In the year 1861 the Hon. Josiah Quincy, feel himself pinched and wronged, but whose the venerable ex-President of Harvard Unt condition, in particular and in general, versity, appeared for the last time at a col- allows the utterance of his mind. lege anniversary at Cambridge, and made an A fourth benefit is, that age sets its house address, a kind of apology for old age, which in order and finishes its works a supreme led Emerson to write an essay. In it he pleasure. The young man's year is a beap enumerates four benefits of old age. The of beginnings, and no completed work to first is that at every stage we lose a foe. show for them at the end of a twelvemonth.

The time is not lost however ; they shall all The passions have answered their purpose : be wanted at last. “Bentley thought himthat slight, but dread overweight, with which, self likely to live till fourscore, - long in each instance, Nature secures the execution enough to read everything that was worth of her aim, drops off. To keep man in the

reading, planet , she impresses the terror of death. To ibit imago.” Much wider is spread the pleas

“ Et tunc magna mei sub terris perfect the commissariat, she implants in each a little rapacity to get the supply, and a little ure which the old men take in completing over-supply of his wants. To insure the ex

their secular affairs, the inventor his invenistence of the race, she reinforces the sexual tions, the agriculturist bis experiments, and instinct at the risk of disorder, grief, and pain. all old men in finishing their bouses, roundTo secure strength, she plants cruel hunger and ing. their estates, clearing their titles, rethirst, which so easily overdo their office and ducing tangled interests to order, reconcilinvite disease. But these temporary stays and ing enmities, and leaving all in the best shifts for the protection of the young animal posture for the future. It must be believed are shed as fast as they can be replaced by that there is a proportion between the denobler resources. this rabble of passions, quite too tender, quite signs of a man and the length of his life ; too hungry and irritable. Later the interiors there is a calendar of his years, so of his of mind and heart open and supply grander performances.'. motives. We learn the fatal compensations

And in this idea Emerson finds a suggesthat wait on every act. Then – one mischief tion of the immortality of the soul, at a time this riotous time-destroying crew theme of which he is particularly fond, disappear.

although his belief to some seems far from

clear. He has indeed a fine sermon on imA second advantage is that age has amass- mortality which he sometimes gives in places ed a certain fund of merit, so that a success where his engagements

him to more or less signifies nothing.

remain on Sunday. It opens with a de

scription of various kinds of the sepulWhen I chanced to meet the poet Words- ture practised among different ages and worth, then sixty three years old, he told me races, and the ideas of the soul and its

that he had just had a fall and lost a tooth, future represented by them. He finds intiand, when his companions were much concern- mations of immortality in the univeral deed for the mischance, he had replied that he was sire of mankind for it, but thinks that the glad it had not happened forty years before.' Well, nature takes care that we shall not lose doctrine must rest chiefly upon the feeling our organs forty years too soon. A lawyer in the individual of designs for which this arguod a cause yesterday in the Supreme Court, life is inadequate. He also sees that the and I was struck with a certain air of levity training of minds so carefully for annihilaand defiance which vastly became him. Thirty tion is inconsistent with the economy of years ago it was a serious concern to him nature in other things; it would be like whether his pleading was good or effective. first drilling a regiment for years and then

shooting them down. A third felicity of old age is that it has Of several other lectures and papers of found expression, whilst youth is yet tor- recent date, I must content myself with nomented by a feeling of untried powers and un- ticing a brief one on · Ease in Work,' in

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which much thought is condensed. For this one's spirit is the more likely at last to fall he finds a text in Dryden's remark concern- softly from him, --so softly, perhaps, that he ing Shakespeare, that all the images of himself shall be half-unaware when the separanature were still present to him, and he tion occurs. drew from them, not laboriously but luckily' We call thoughts and expressions of Our author quotes again from Dryden, peculiar force and beauty, happy' and who, not having the fear of Locke before * felicitous,' as if they were products of the his eyes, says, Shakespeare was naturally writer's fortune rather than his toil. But as learned,' and affirms that if a soul has not worm-eaten apples, no less than ripe, fall of been to school before entering the body, it themselves, so in ease of execution the is late for it to qualify as a teacher of manfalsest work may agree with the best. kind. Then follows this fine thought, which

must be expressed in his own words: But it is of prime importance to observe that the afore-mentioned mature fruit, which so falls at the tenderest touch into the hand, is no sud

Perhaps it is common for one's happiest den, no idle product. It comes, on the contrary, thoughts, in the moment of their apparition in of a depth of operation more profound, and words, to affect him with a gentle surprise and testifies to a genius and sincerity in Nature sense of newness; but soon afterwards they may more subtle and religious, than we can under- come to touch bim, on the contrary, with a stand. This apple that in fancy we now pluck, vague sense of reminiscence, as if his mother and hardly need to pluck, from the burdened had sung them by his cradle, or somewhere unbough, -- "think what a pedigree it has, what der the rosy east of life, he had heard them from æons of world-making and world-maturing others. A statement of our own which seems must elapse, all the genius of God divinely to us very new and striking, is probably partial assiduous, ere this could hang in ruddy and is in some degree foreign to our hearts; that golden ripeness here! Think too what à con- which one, being the soul he is, could not do currence and consent of elements, of sun and otherwise than say, is probably what he was soil, of ocean-vapours and laden winds, of created for the purpose of saying, and will be misty heats in the torrid zone and condensing found the most significant and living word. blasts from the North, were required before a

. May not the above considerations go far single apple could grow, before a single blossom to explain that indifference, otherwise so astoncould put forth its promise, tender and beautiful ishing, with which Shakespeare ist his work amidst the gladness of spring! — and, besides from him ? It was his heart that wrote ; but these consenting ministries of Nature, how the does the heart look with wonder and admiration special genius of the tree must have wrought, on the crimson of its own currents ? making sacrifice of woody growth, and, by marvellous and ineffable alchemies, co-working with the earth beneath and the heaven above! son has seemed to turn his attention mainly

Within the last two or three years EmerAh, not from any indifference, not from haste or indolence in Nature, comes the fruits to poetry. We are now looking for every of her seasons and her centuries !

month to bring us his next book, which it is

understood is to be a volume of Poems, of We should be unwise, he continues, to which the chief piece is a' Spring Song, forget the antiquity of a pure original a song of many variations, now evolved thought; it has a genesis equally ancient, from the first breath of the willow on his earnest, and vital with any product of Na- farm, and now from the strain of an Æolian ture, and relationships no less cosmical, im- barp. There will, I doubt not, be included plying the like industries, veritable and pre- in it some lyrics, given from time to time to cious beyond all scope of affirmation.

the Atlantic Monthly, which are in form im

provements on the verses of his early volWith the birth of the man himself was it ume of Poems. One of the best of these is first born, and to the time of its perfect growth

The Titmouse. The overbold poet, far and birth into speech the burden of it was borne away from home, his bones turning to marby every ruddy drop of his heari's blood, by ble under the arctic cold, the frost-king tyevery vigour of his body, — nerve and artery, ing his feet, finds life hemmed in with nåreye and ear, and all the admirable servitors of rowing fence: the soul, steadily bringing to that invisible matrix where it houses their costly nutriments, their sacred offices ; while every part and act Well, in this broad bed lie and sleep, of experience, every gush of jubilance, every The punctual stars will vigil keep, stifle of woe, all sweet pangs of love and pity, Embalmed by purifying cold. all high breathings of faith and resolve, con- The wings shall sing their dead-march old, tribute to the form and bloom it finally wears. The snow is no ignoble shroud, Yet the more profound and necessary product of | The moon thy mourner, and the cloud.



From Macmillan's Magazine.

Orleans disgusted me. I could not visit the slave auction or slave depôts without suffering with horror for days after; and I

could not look at the daily paper, with its I THINK there is no country in the world little black running negroes heading inso dreary and oppressive as the country numerable advertisements of runaways, round New Orleans. It is a vast swamp, without feeling sick with sympathy for the below the level of the Mississippi, covered sufferings of these human beings so indiwith cedars, not evergreen, but deciduous; cated. and when I was there in the carly spring, In fact, I never lost the feeling of the there was not a single leaf upon them. For presence of slavery. It met me everywhere; miles these dreary forests extend, with al- its influence was felt everywhere : in the most always the same aspect, except, per- book-shops, by the glaring 'absence of cerhaps, for a few miles the trees may be bathed tain books; in the pulpit, by the doctrines in yellow slimy mud half-way up their doctored to please the congregation; in the trunks, where some lake or river has been cars, by the division of white and black; in swelled and risen for a time some ten or the schools, from the absence of every child fifteen feet higher than usual.

supposed to have a tinge of black blood; Natural scenery, untouched by man, has, in the evening, by the gun to send all colalmost everywhere in the world, some oured people home everywhere, at every beauty; not always a lovely, graceful beauty, time, the presence of slavery was heavy but a' beautiful dreariness, or a beautiful upon me. wildness, or a beautiful quaintness, or a The conversations at that time, in almost beautiful luxuriance. Here, in this swampy, all groups of people, were directly or indislimy Louisiana, there is ugly dreariness, rectly about slavery and the infamy of the ugly wildness, ugly quaintness, and the North; this infamy all connected with the country often struck me as absolutely ugly, peculiar institution. One evening we went and, with its alligators basking in the rivers, to the only scientific society in the city — a as almost revolting, somewhat as if it were poor, struggling, ill-supported association a country in a geological period not pre- and the interest of the lecture 1 heard there pared for man's appearance.

turned, too, on slavery. It went to prove We were in New Orleans in 1858, and that the Egyptians had negro slaves, and the state of society was not more pleasant that these African races from all time had to contemplate than the natural scenery; been servants, and always ought to be, and the moral atmosphere was as offensive as always would be. the swamp miasma. Every day we heard There was quite enough in this city to of murders and assassinations in the streets, make the heart of man sad; and though the and crime ruled in society. The fear of country around was sad too, there is always vengeance from criminals very often pre- the sky when one is out of the narrow vented the injured from seeking the protec- streets. So I often used to go by the railtion of the law – in fact, the state of the way to different points in the woods, or on city was almost lawless. The aspect of the the Lake Ponchartrain, to get the refreshstreets was quiet enough, perhaps, with the ment of the beautiful blue sky and the exception of a few drunken Irish and Ger- gorgeous setting sun. mans, whom I saw sometimes absolutely One day I went to Carrolton, a collection rolling on the pavement; but it was impossi- of white wooden villas, with green veranble to speak to any person without hearing dabs and gardens, very ugly and utterly unof recent crime, and the daily papers were interesting, but it is on the very verge of crammed with revolting records.

the uncultivated, untouched forest swamps. I detested New Orleans; I detested the It was, in fact, one of the few places where great Hotel St. Charles, with its 800 people it was possible to get a view of that melansitting down to table together; and I de- choly country, and so one day, very near to tested the conversation I heard there at din- Carrolton, I'encamped with my sketching ner, and in the immense drawing-room umbrella, &c., to make a view of the crowded with fine ladies. Fine gives no monotonous wall of deciduous cedars which idea how fine these planters' ladies were ; rose beyond the one field which had been indeed, much more extravagantly dressed cleared, and cultivation attempted, but unsucthan crowned heads in old countries, and cessfully; and this field, which was my some wore more jewels in the early morning foreground, was now a swamp covered with than a princess would wear in any evening rank grass, dwarf palm, and dead stalks of in England. Everything I saw in New tall plants. The trees beyond were leafless,

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