Haw-Ho-Noo; Or, Records of a TouristLanman, Charles
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Haw-Ho-Noo; Or, Records of a Tourist
Lanman, Charles
Fishing -- North America; United States -- Description and travel
“Far as the eye can reach, the sea is ‘sprinkled o’er with ships,’
their white sails gleaming in the sunlight. One of them has just
returned from India, another from the Pacific, and another from the
Arctic Sea. Years have elapsed since they departed hence. They have
been exposed to a thousand dangers; but the great God, who holds the
ocean in the hollow of his hand, has conducted them back to their
desired homes. How many silent prayers of thanksgiving, and what a
thrilling and joyous shout, will echo to the shore, as those
storm-beaten mariners drop anchor in their native waters! Yonder, too,
are other ships, bound to the remotest corners of the earth. They seem
to rejoice in their beauty and speed, and proud is their bearing; but
will they ever return? Alas! the shadowy future alone can answer.
Farewell, a long farewell, ye snowy daughters of the ocean.”
But to return. Lilly Larnard is fond of music, too, and plays
delightfully on the harp. Her voice is sweeter than the fall of waters
when heard at a distance in the stillness of the twilight hour. She
knows nothing of fashion; and if she did, would consider it beneath her
dignity to be incommoded or swayed by it. Instead of decking herself
with gew-gaws for a brilliant appearance in the gay saloon, within sound
of the rude jest and foolish flattery, she strives by watchfulness and
care to purify her daily conduct; for hers is not less prone to sin than
all other human hearts. “Necklaces does she sometimes wear, in her
playful glee, made of the purple fruit that feeds the small birds in the
moors, and beautiful is the gentle stain then visible over the blue
veins of her swan-like bosom.” Beautiful as she is, a feeling of vanity
never yet entered the heart of the rector’s daughter. She feels too
deeply the truth, that personal charms, which are the only pride of
weak-minded persons, time will eventually transform into wrinkled
homeliness; and that an affectionate heart and good understanding will
endure, and become more perfect, until the pilgrimage of life is ended.
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