Lapham’s Quarterly

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

He who commands the sea has command of everything.

The most advanced nations are always those who navigate the most.

A fair complexion is unbecoming to a sailor: he ought to be swarthy from the waters of the sea and the rays of the sun.

And to our age’s drowsy blood / Still shouts the inspiring sea.

Why is a ship under sail more poetical than a hog in a high wind? The hog is all nature, the ship is all art.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

The bathing was so delightful this morning, and Molly so pressing with me to enjoy myself, that I believe I stayed in rather too long, as since the middle of the day I have felt unreasonably tired. I shall be more careful another time, and shall not bathe tomorrow as I had before intended.

Being thus arrived in good harbor, and brought safe to land, they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean and delivered them from all the perils and miseries thereof, again to set their feet on the firm and stale earth, their proper element.

Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It’s the glory of the sea that has turned my head.