Lapham’s Quarterly

Never trust her at any time when the calm sea shows her false alluring smile.

I am ill every time it blows hard, and nothing but my enthusiastic love for the profession keeps me one hour at sea.

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars.

The power which the sea requires in the sailor makes a man of him very fast, and the change of shores and population clears his head of much nonsense of his wigwam.