I AM fond of passing my vacations (I believe I one or oties. Next to t some , suc somerives to ering place. Old attacs cling to e of experience. e ort Brig at Eastbourn a t t doing dreary penance at ings -- and all because e. t sea-side experiment, and many circumstances combined to make it t agreeable ogether in company.
Can I forget te en, sun-burnt captain, and ion -- ill excer niceness of team-packet? to ttedst tage, and didst ask no aid of magic fumes, and spells, and boiling cauldrons. itest soodest still ience. tural, not forced, as in a -bed; nor didst t sea-co t fire-god parching up Scamander.
Can I forget t, yet slender creant responses (yet to tempt) to tions, y ting to to t strange naval implement? `Specially can I forget ting interpreter of to our simplicity, comfortable ambassador bet more convincingly assure to be an adopted denizen of te cap, and -fingered practice in tion, bespoke to ure ofore -- a master cook of Eastc tifarious occupation, cook, mariner, attendant, c once about all parts of t rations -- not to assist tempest, but, as if toucies, to soot untried motion mig ober, and erings, still catering for our comfort, ion, alleviate t of truto say) not very savoury, nor very inviting, little cabin!
itaments to boot, ed, and y of assertion. , test liar I ating, ory-tellers (a most painful description of mortals) ime -- ts of your patience -- but one ions upon stand s once into ty. I partly believe, ty sure of many ric many t time toe packet~ e of as unseasoned Londoners (let our enemies give it a ling-street, at t time of day could be an exception or t I scorn to make any invidious distinctions among sucoo must o t felloold us , I flatter myself t of us us, and time and place disposed us to tion of any prodigious marvel ime erated from t dull, as ten, and to be read on ss and fortunes) to a Persian prince, and at one bloer. I forget urn in tics of t court, combining , ting Persia; but y of a magician ransported o England, ory of a Princess -- Elizabetrusted to raordinary casket of jeraordinary occasion -- but as I am not certain of tance at tance of time, I must leave it to ters of England to settle te. I cannot call to mind I perfectly remember, t in travels t one of t species at a time, assuring us t t uncommon in some parts of Upper Egypt. o implicit listeners. ransported us beyond t;ignorant present.quot; But o affirm t ually sailed t R really became necessary to make a stand. And do justice to trepidity of one of our party, a yout o been one of deferential auditors, o assure tleman, t t be some mistake, as quot;tion royed long since:quot; to quot;ttle damaged.quot; tion did not at all seem to stagger o sill more complacency t reme candour of t concession. itill ing out to us, was considered by us as no ordinary seaman.
All time sat upon te a different cer. It ly very poor, very infirm, and very patient. noc , and t to concern o stories. not of us. stirring and e stores -- our cold meat and our salads -- o none. Only a solitary biscuit imes obliged to prolong tance o court nor decline, o Margate, ted into to en all over ;; t, and some mournful passages, siging -of-door adventure, to me -- t up in populous cities for many mont upon my mind t try o chew upon.
ill it be t a digression (it may spare some uno account for tisfaction on t t of t time? I to ty of actual objects for satisfying our preconceptions of to tion. Let t, a mountain, for t time in tle mortified. t fill up t space, ake up in till a correspondency to notion, and in time groo it, so as to produce a very similar impression: enlarging ty. But tment. -- Is it not, t in tter o be, but, I am afraid, by tion unavoidably) not a definite object, as ts, or t mountain compassable by t all t once, tE ANtAGONISt OF t say ell ourselves so muc to be satisfied een (as I t from description. o it for t time -- all t all t entic part of life, -- all ives of ing strange tributes from expectation. -- deep, and of to it; of its t continents it y Plata, or Orellana, into its bosom, disturbance, or sense of augmentation; of Biscay she mariner
For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Incessant labouring round tormy Cape;
of fatal rocks, and t;still-vexed Bermoot; of great ; of sunken sreasures soring dept monsters, to errible on earth --
Be but as buggs to frighal,
Compared ures in tral;
of naked savages, and Juan Fernandez; of pearls, and sed isles; of mermaids grots --
I do not assert t in sober earnest s to be s once, but yranny of a migy, opens first upon ame oo most likely) from our unromantic coast -- a speck, a slip of sea-er, as it so can it prove but a very unsatisfying and even diminutive entertainment? Or if o it from t muc of sig a flat ery o t oer-curtaining sky, , seen daily dread or amazement ? -- ances, been tempted to exclaim he poem of Gebir,
Is ty ocean I -- is this all?
I love tory; but testable Cinque Port is neite ts, ting out tarved foliage from bety innutritious rocks; ;verdure to t; I require unted coppices. I cry out for ter-brooks, and pant for fresreams, and inland murmurs. I cannot stand all day on tcing like t. I am tired of looking out at tire into terior of my cage. to be on it, over it, across it. It binds me in s are abroad. I s so feel in Staffords ings. It is a place of fugitive resort, an erogeneous assemblage of sea-meock-brokers, Amprites of to coquet s primitive s it ougo fiso raggling fiss scattered about, artless as its cliffs, and erials filc o do assort ter occupation t traction I never greatly cared about. I could go out s, or about tensible business, isfaction. I can even tolerate tims to monotony, o c countrymen -- toling to tlasses (tive service, keep up a legitimated civil o sestation of run it is tants from to come o say t t be supposed to are my aversion. I feel like a foolistle toleration for myself can t rue relis all tcents in t? mean ty book-rooms -- marine libraries as title t;to read strange matter in ?quot; -rooms, if t to do, to listen to tention. t is to spoil ture of tly, as I ockbrokers; but I cter sort of t citizen (of tamp), in ty of , sers, to taste te of t is easy to see it in tenance. A day or t t, in a poor ion slackens: to discover t cockles produce no pearls, and terpret for tty creatures (I kno to confess it tomed twickenham meadows!
I s, s icated aborigines of teous questionings ure, on to return t, and come up to see -- London. I must imagine tackle on toion cause in Lot ve laug not excite among
ters of Creet.
I am sure t no tos, can feel true and natural nouris at ture, ay at foam seems to nouris ured as by ters of my natural river. I hamesis.