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disposed to be idle. Hardly had we succeeded in baling out our swamping boat, when he again darted away, as it seemed to me with renewed energy. For a quarter of a mile, we parted the opposing waters as though they had offered no more resistance than air. Our game then abruptly brought to, and lay as if paralyzed, his massy frame quivering and twitching, as if under the influence of galvanism. I gave the word to haul on; and seizing a boat-spade, as we came near him, drove it twice into his small; no doubt partially disabling him by the vigor and certainty of the blows. Wheeling furiously around, he answered this salutation, by making a desperate dash at the boat's quarter. We were so near him, that to escape the shock of his onset, by any practicable manæuvre, was out of the question. But at the critical moment, when we expected to be crushed by the collision, his powers seemed to give way. The fatal lance had reached the seat of life. His strength failed him in mid career, and sinking quietly beneath our keel, grazing it as he wallowed along, he rose again a few rods from us, on the side opposite that where he went down.

“Lay around, my boys, and let us set on him !' I cried, for I saw his spirit was broken at last. But the lance and spade were needless now. The work was done. The dying animal was struggling in a whirpool of bloody foam, and the ocean far around was tinted with crimson. Stern all!' I shouted, as he commenced running impetuously in a circle, beating the water alternately with his head and flukes, and smiting his teeth ferociously into their sockets, with a crashing sound, in the strong spasms of dissolution. Stern all! or we shall be stove!'

· As I gave the command, a stream of black, clotted gore rose in a thick spout above the expiring brute, and fell in a shower around, bedewing, or rather drenching us, with a spray of blood.

"There's the flag!' I exclaimed; "there! thick as tar! Stern! every soul of ye ! He's going in his flurry!' And the monster, under the convulsive influence of his final paroxysm, flung his huge tail into the air, and then, for the space of a minute, thrashed the waters on either side of him with quick and powerful blows; the sound of the concussions resembling that of the rapid discharge of artillery. He then turned slowly and heavily on his side, and lay a dead mass upon the sea through which he had so long ranged a conqueror. "He's fin up at last !' I screamed, at the very top


voice. • Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!' And snatching off my cap, I sent it spinning aloft, jumping at the same time from thwart to thwart, like a madman.

• We now drew alongside our floating spoil; and I seriously question if the brave commodore who first, and so nobly, broke the charm of British invincibility, by the capture of the Guerriere, felt a warmer rush of delight, as he beheld our national flag waving over the British ensign, in assurance of his victory, than I did, as I leaped upon the quarter deck of Dick's back, planted my wafe-pole in the midst

, and saw the little canvass flag, that tells so important and satisfactory a tale to the whaleman, fluttering above my hard-earned prize.

• The captain and second mate, each of whom had been fortunate enough to kill his fish, soon after pulled up, and congratulated me on

my capture. From them I learned the particulars of the third mate's disaster. He had fastened, and his fish was sounding, when another whale suddenly rose, almost directly beneath the boat, and with a single blow of his small, absolutely cut it in twain, flinging the bows, and those who occupied that portion of the frail fabric, far into the air. Rendered insensible, or immediately killed by the shock, two of the crew sank without a struggle, while a third, unable in his confusion to disengage himself from the fakes of the tow-line, with which he had become entangled, was, together with the fragment to which the warp was attached, borne down by the harpooned whale, and was seen no more ! The rest, some of them severely bruised, were saved from drowning by the timely assistance of the captain.

• To get the harness on Dick, was the work of an instant; and the ship, taking every advantage of a light breeze which had sprung up within the last hour, had stood after us, and was now but a few rods distant, we were oon under her stern. The other fish, both of which were heavy fellows, lay floating near; and the tackle being affixed to one of them without delay, all hands were soon busily engaged in cutting in. Mocha Dick was the longest whale I ever looked upon. He measured more than seventy feet from his noddle to the tips of his Aukes; and yielded one hundred barrels of clear oil, with a proportionate quantity of 'head-matter.' It may emphatically be said, that the scars of his old wounds were near his new,' for not less than twenty harpoons did we draw from his back; the rusted mementos of many a desperate rencounter.'


The mate was silent. His yarn was reeled off. His story was told; and with far better tact than is exhibited by many a modern orator, he had the modesty and discretion to stop with its termination. In response, a glass of o-be-joyful' went merrily round; and this tribute having been paid to courtesy, the vanquisher of Mocha Dick was unanimously called upon for a song. Too sensible and too goodnatured to wait for a second solicitation, when he had the power to oblige, he took a long pull' and a strong, at the grog, as an appropriate overture to the occasion, and then, in a deep, sonorous tone, gave us the following professional ballad, accompanied by a superannuated hand-organ, which constituted the musical portion of the cabin furniture :


Don't bother my head about catching of seals!
To me there's more glory in catching of eels;
Give me a tight ship, and under snug sail,
And I ask for no more, 'long side the sperm whale,

'In the Indian Ocean,
Or Pacific Ocean,
No maller what ocean ;

Pull ahead, yo heave 0!


"When our anchor's a-peak, boys, sweethearts and wives
Yield a warm drop at parting, breathe a prayer for our lives;
With hearts full of promise, they kiss off the tear
From the eye that grows rarely dim - never with fear!

Then for the ocean, boys,
The billow's commotion, boys,
That's our devotion, boys,

Pull ahead, yo heave !


"Soon we hear the glad cry of "Town 0!'— there she blows !'
Slow as night, inybrave fellows, to leeward she goes :
Hard up! square the yards !' then steady, lads, so !
Cries the caplain, ‘My maiden lance soon shall she know!'

'Now we get near, boys,
In with the gear, boys,
Swing the cranes clear, boys;

Pull ahead, yo heave 0 !


! Our boat's in the water, each man at his oar
Bends strong to the sea, while his bark bounds before,
As the fish of all sizes, still flouncing and blowing,
With fuke and broad fin, scorn the best of hard rowing:

'Hang to the oar, boys,
Another stroke more, boys;
Now line the oar, boys;
Pull ahead, yo heave O!'


"Then rises long Tom, who never knew fear;
Cries the captain, 'Now nail her, my bold harpooner!
He speeds home his lance, then exclaims, 'I am fast!'
While blood, in a torrent, leaps high as the mast :

'Siarn i starn! hurry, hurry, boys!
She's gone in her flurry, boys,
She'll soon be in 'gurry, buys!

Pull ahead, yo heave !


Then give me a whaleman, wherever he be,
Who fears not a fish that can swim the salt sea;
Then give me a tight ship, and under snug sail,
And last lay me 'side of the noble sperm whale;

In the Indian ocean,
Or Pacific ocean,
No matter what ocean;

Pull a head, yo heave O!'

The song


away into an echo,' and we all confessed ourselves delighted with it save and except the gallant knight of the sealclub. He indeed allowed the lay and the music to be well enough, considering the subject; but added: If you want to hear genuine, heart-stirring harmony, you must listen to a rookery of fur seal. For many an hour, on the rocks round Cape Horn, have I sat thus, listening to these gentry, as they clustered on the shelving cliffs above me ; the surf beating at my feet, while

Come, come, my old fellow !' exclaimed the captain, interrupting the loquacious sealer; 'you forget the evening you are to have at Santa Maria. It is three o'clock in the morning, and more.' Bidding farewell to our social and generous entertainers, we were soon safely on board our ship, when we immediately made all sail to the north.

To me, the evening had been one of singular enjoyment. Doubtless the particulars of the tale were in some degree highly colored, from the desire of the narrator to present his calling in a prominent light, and especially one that should eclipse the occupation of sealing. But making every allowance for what, after all, may be considered a



natural embellishment, the facts presented may be regarded as a fair specimen of the adventures which constitute so great a portion of the romance of a whaler's life ; a life which, viewing all the incidents that seem inevitably to grow out of the enterprise peculiar to it, can be said to have no parallel. Yet vast as the field is, occupied by this class of our resolute seamen, how little can we claim to know of the particulars of a whaleman's existence ! That our whale ships leave port, and usually return, in the course of three years, with full cargoes, to swell the fund of national wealth, is nearly the sum of our knowledge concerning them. Could we comprehend, at a glance, the mighty surface of the Indian or Pacific seas, what a picture would open upon us of unparalleled industry and daring enterprise! What scenes of toil along the coast of Japan, up the straits of Mozambique, where the dangers of the storm, impending as they may be, are less regarded than the privations and sufferings attendant upon exclusion from all intercourse with the shore! Sail onward, and extend your view around New-Holland, to the coast of Guinea ; to the eastern and western shores of Africa; to the Cape of Good Hope; and south, to the waters that lash the cliffs of Kergulan's Land, and you are ever upon the whaling-ground of the American seaman. Yet onward, to the vast expanse of the two Pacifics, with their countless summer isles, and your course is still over the common arena and highway of our whalers. The varied records of the commercial world can furnish no precedent, can present no comparison, to the intrepidity, skill, and fortitude, which seem the peculiar prerogatives of this branch of our marine. These characteristics are not the growth of forced exertion; they are incompatible with it. They are the natural result of the ardor of a free people; of a spirit of fearless independence, generated by free institutions. Under such institutions alone, can the human mind attain its fullest expansion, in the various departments of science, and the multiform pursuits of busy life.

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What is fame, when the spade our last bed hath designed,
But a tune to the deaf, or a torch to the blind;
An ovation decreed, though the hero be dead:
Like the archangel's trump, it is blown o'er the dead;
But unlike that dread blasi, none but fools it amazes,
And you 'll find, when too late, it nor rouses nor raises.


Pain, thou sole perfect thing to earth assigned,
The body take, but spare, oh! spare the mind !
Wrecked on thy rocks, or on thy billows tossed,
Oh, save the compass, though the bark be lost!
Here Reason's self noi without fear presides,
And, like the needle, trembles while she guides.


That promise autumn pays, which spring began,
And what the school-boy was, such is the man:
The sap and tender bud in childhood shoot,
And youth the blossom gives - but age the fruit.


Harp of the North ! who shall disturb thy slumbers 3

The band that tuned thee firsi, is cold and chill;
The heart that beat responsive to thy numbers,

The voice that sang to thee, for aye are still!

No more beneath the poet's touch of fire,

Thy rich and flowing cadences shall swell;
No siranger bard shall wake the sacred lyre,

Which knew the great Magician's mighty spell.

Thou hangest sadly on the drooping willow,

Thai bends its long dark tresses o'er his iomb;
And, till his head shall leave its grassy pillow,

Silent, thou art content to share his doom.

But when the night-wind, on its gloomy wings,

Passeih the lonely walls of Dryburgh by,

intive music gushes from thy strings,
Soft and melodious as an angel's sigh;
And at the sound the gentle spirit weeps,

Who guards the spot where the Last Minstrel sleeps! New York, October, 1838.




The streets of Genoa, with a few splendid exceptions, are extremely narrow; and their confined, alley-like character is rendered seemingly still more restricted, by the altitude of the buildings. You look up from the pavement as from the bottom of some deep chasm, and discover, with a feeling bordering on insecurity, the elevation of the aperture communicating with the blue sky; but you quite despair of reaching that place of freer respiration, except by some ladder little less in length than the one which rose on the patriarch's dream. You occasionally discover an arch thrown across from the balcony of one dwelling to another, though a youth of elastic limb would hardly need that giddy bridge to aid his transit, especially if winged by the impatient hope of meeting there the Madonna of his heart. The arch may perhaps sometimes be the mutual refuge or resting place of affection. I once saw on one of these, at the dead of night, between me and the moon, two clasping forms, so light, distinct

, and soft in outline, you would have said the grave had given up the most beautiful of its tenants, or that two embodied spirits had stepped from their wandering cloud, to linger there in admiration of the splendor and silence which reign over the sleeping life of the city.

But these slight arches, trod by love, are far less lofty than one connecting two more substantial elevations, within the precincts of the town. This springs bold and free over the tops of buildings, high enough up themselves to dwindle the jostling crowd in the street into dwarfs. From this the ruined in fortune and the broken in hope frequently cast themselves down, ending at once life and its

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