...sailor's life, in its most favorable aspect, before me, I have been led with Byron to exclaim — " Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph, o'er the water wide, The exulting sense, the pulse's mad'ning play, That thrills the wand'rer of the trackless...

...we felt the full force of the beautiful lines of Byron : — " ' O ! who can tell, hnt he whose soul hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense, the pulse's madd'ning play That thrills the wanderer of that stormy way)' " Monday, 1 Oth. — Wind, south-west...

...expedition, pointing out the delights of the sea, and quoting Byron's beautiful lines upon the subject — " Oh ! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in trinmph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer...

...eggshell boat over the chafed billows, until I almost fancied that 1 should like to be a sailor ; for " Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,...That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way." e After a few hours passed in buffeting the angry waves, we gained the shelter of some small islands,...

...comes in contact with the mighty muse that made him write as none could write, but one who felt: " O, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the water's wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that...

...Not Ihou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please. Ob, ? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And turn what some deem danger to delight ; That seeks...

...comprehended by those who have felt it, and which is happily described in those beautiful lines of Byron : — Oh ! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,...That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? The transports consisted mostly of what are called "country ships;" that is, vessels belonging to the Indian...

...Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please — for joy can number their array. XLI. ? That for itself can woo the approaching fight. And turn what some deem danger to delight ; That seeks...

...— " O'er the glad waters of the dark -blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Oh! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,...pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer on the trackless sea ! " But as music in mourning, or a tale out of season, so is such a description...

...to shore and from clime to clime, — in laying the products of all lands upon our own home-quays. " Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,...That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?" Yet let no one contemn the homely joys of a little inland trip, with its variety of picturesque and...