Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 2, August 1852Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 2, August 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Her upturned prow, with its wonted equipage of brazen beaks, to shatter
the bows of an adversary, and brazen plates to protect her own, all
polished till they flashed back the rays of the summer sun with almost
intolerable brightness, displayed along its bulwarks exquisitely moulded
railings of a richer metal; while high in front stood a statue, the
presiding deity of Rome, a helmed and crested Mars, sculptured with the
utmost finish of the Grecian chisel in pure gold. The shields, suspended
from the channels, were charged with thunderbolts of the same precious
material, upon the dark blue steel of Iberia. The oars were gilded, and
from the castled stern floated beneath a golden effigy of the guardian
wolf and the twin founders of the Imperial City, a broad sheet of silk,
blushing with the crimson effulgence of the Tyrian dye, and, as it was
tossed aloft by the light breath of the sirocco, displaying the initials
at which the universe trembled—those dread initials S. P. Q. R.—the
Senate and People of Rome—at whose edicts the remote Indian and nomadic
Scythian shook with unwonted awe.
Gorgeous, however, as were the decorations, perfect as the entire
equipment of the galley, there was something in her motions which
betrayed even at a nearer inspection, it was evident that while several
of her oars were entirely missing, a yet greater number were sprung, and
so far weakened as to give her that slow and crippled progress through
the water, which the master of the Latin Epic has so aptly compared to
the painful writhings of a wounded serpent.
Her prow was in several places pierced and shattered, the sails bore
evident marks of having met with rougher treatment than under so bright
a sky was likely to have been inflicted by the waves. The breeze though
not exactly favorable was not adverse, blowing freshly on her beam. It
was such a wind as would now be hailed with delight; but, in those days
of imperfect navigation, when all weather was considered foul which
would not allow a vessel to run dead before it—though not actually
contrary, it was looked upon with distrust at least, and deprecated as
producing difficulty at the least, if not danger.
In her disabled state, therefore, this noble galley toiled long and
wearily before the lofty pharos of Alexandria was seen towering, like a
vast column of snow, from the bosom of the placid sea. For many an hour
after this splendid landmark had been visible, did she struggle onward,
ere the quays of Parian marble, the long breakwaters, and gigantic moles
at its base, could be distinguished on the horizon.
Gradually the inner shores of the harbor opened, a vista of pillared
porticoes, architrave and frieze, of Corinthian, Ionic, Tuscan
structure, mingled with massive and fantastic forms of the earlier style
of Egypt, sphynx and colossus, obelisk and pyramid, blended with the
everlasting verdure of the palmy gardens that invested the glorious city
with a belt of aromatic verdure.
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