Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 1, July 1842Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 1, July 1842
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
These ideas, as I have stated, are no longer tenable, and the real
origin of the phenomenon is better understood. But even now, the few who
have witnessed it in full extent, variety, and grandeur—a privilege
rarely enjoyed, except by those who have made long voyages, and have
become familiar with many seas—are lost in wonder; and, unless
professionally devoted to the study of natural history, they find it
difficult to credit the assertion, that all these vast displays are mere
results of living action.
It may prove interesting, then, to those who are fond of such
investigations, to offer some remarks on the multitudinous character of
those tribes of simple and transparent beings, which swarm about the
surface of the ocean, and may be found continually changing in race and
habits, with almost every degree of latitude we traverse.
If you will take the trouble, on some suitable occasion during the month
of November or December, to descend into a _fashionable oyster cellar_,
and ask admission to the pile of freshly opened shells stowed in the
usual receptacle, which is in some dark vault or closet about the
premises, you may chance to witness, on a diminutive scale, the
far-famed phosphorescence of the sea, without enduring the heavy
_immigration tax_ levied, with unrelenting severity, by the old
trident-bearer upon all novices, except, perhaps, a few fortunate
favorites.
Take up the shovel that leans against the wall, order the light removed
and the door closed, and then proceed to disturb the shells. If they
have been taken from the water, where it is purely salt,—and still more
certainly if gathered from the beds of blue marine mud that are the
favorite resort of the finest oysters—the moment you throw a shovelful
upon the top of the pile, the whole mass, jarred by the blow, will
become spangled with hundreds of brilliant stars—not in this case pale
and silvery, but of the richest golden-green or blue. None of these
stars may equal in size the head of the finest pin; but so intense is
the light emitted by them, that a single, and scarcely visible point
will sometimes illuminate an inch of the surrounding surface, even
casting shadows from the little spears of sea-grass growing in its
neighborhood.
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