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glimpses of the grandeur . Sea-sickness was completely suspended during- the gale ; it is in the short , wabbly sea , and the dull swell , only , that I have ever experienced that prostrafcor of existence , that killer of the soul , which , leaves the body in living death ; its remedy is , ' get over it how you may , —how you can is out of the reach of science : the only preventive is staying on shore . But with
all the pitching , rolling , and rocking of the ship , no sickness had I . We buffeted the storm for six days , in the hope of the wind ' s veering- ; but after its high rage had suhsided , a steady and still strong southeaster bade defiance to our efforts to double the Long Ship's Light , and I heard them talk of bearing away for Milford Haven . Milford Haven ! and joy kindled as my imagination awoke at the sound . That was one of the universe's hallowed spots , the sacred abode of some
of Shakspeare ' s creations , —Imogen , Pisanio , Belarius , Guiderius , Arviragus , Posthumus , ay , and that vain , simple , noble , nothing Cloten , too , ail started up before my eyes ; and as we stood in between the rocky confines of the port , I looked for some place which might have been the cavern home of the exiles , or the hills on which they chased the deer , the spot from which they bade ' hail ! ' to the sun , or "welcomed Fidele ; jerking mechanically , meanwhile , at the ropes .
There my body was ; ray mind had flown back two thousand years . Weli , well do I remember those sensations—but my fancy ' s eye could select no spot . We anchored off Huberstone , and I cast a longing look higher up , to the narrowing of the water ; for there were rocks mingled with verdant and cultured undulations , and visible access to the distant hills , and vales , and cottages ; and for the first time I felt that I was a prisoner . It was a heart-sinking bitterness : but it was
not on that my penitence grew , nor on my comfortless lodging ; nor was it because I broke stubborn and mouldy biscuits with my elbow , and performed my ablutions with sea water in a bucket , and converted the end of a wrung swab into a napkin ; not because I was my own laundress , and washed my shirt without soap , and hung it up in the rigging that the water might evaporate , and leave the salt to scrub my skin ; it was not because my hands were blistered by pulling ropes ;
nor because 1 was frequently drenched by the waves which broke over the ship ; not from a dread of the boatswain ' s mate ' s rope ' s end , or the knotted nine-tailed cat on my bare back , of which I heard such harrowing , and , as I afterwards found , true accounts ; not from an apprehension of kicks salved by curses ; nor thirst , nor privations , nor storms , nor shipwreck , battles , dangers , nor death , called up a wish to avoid them , or shook me with any fear that made me sorry I had left home . My companion , George , had not passed an hour since our
embarkation , without complaints that made my heart sad on his account . I believe his compunction began ere we were twenty miles from home ; yet he was more sinewy than i was ; my fare and labour had not been so inuring to roughness as his ; he was deficient in that which supported me : but at length something did bruise my spirit . It is only by a stretch of comprehension and a little faith , that you will admit the likelihood , reader , that I , so humbly cast , reared in poverty as I wa « , should shrink from the contact with any human beings , because they were bo coarse and ignorant—yet such was the case ; 1
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702 ~ Autobiography of Pel . Verjuice .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1833, page 702, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2624/page/42/
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