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 - Mardi : and A Voyage Thither. By Herman...
Mardi : and A Voyage Thither. By Herman Melville. Sentky, New Burlingtun-street.-r-This is a strange book, and it is, to us, impossible to divine the object for which it has been written. ' It commences like a romance, and the first part of the book teems with well-told adventure ; but as for the latter part, it is full of improbability, is outrageous inincident and the forms oflan-guage, and invests the reader in a fog that it is impossible to penetrate. The author's purpose, if he have one, is too deep for lis to fathom and it is very doubtful if any but those who are chained to the log of criticism, will ever have sufficient courage to reach the end of the work ; so that it will remain a matter of mental darkness., Let as hope that the world will be no loser in consequence. The narrator commences by telling us tha t he was on board a sperm-whaler in the Pacific, the captain of which protracted the ship's voyage till our rover and a mate of his, becoming totally ocean-weary when a thousand miles from land, resolved to give the Arcturion the slip, and executed their resolution in a-manner not very probable but abundantly breatmess. uniting alone on tne surface of the mighty waters, the author finds time to pick up materials from numerous pictures of the "under world," over-wrought and extravagant, but sometimes amusing. It is in this portion of the work that anything like quiet and reasonable writing is to be found ; and the following extract is really full of power, and excites a wish to learn its termination: THE SILENT BRIGANTINE. As we came nearer, it was plain that the vessel was no whaler, but a small, two; masted craft in short, a brigantbae. Her sails were in a state of unaccountable disarray; only the foresail, mainsail, and jib being set. The first was much tattered; and the jib was hoisted but half way up the stay, where it miy nappea, tne oreeze csming trom over tne tattrau. sue continually yawed in her course: now almost Dresentimr her broadside, then showing her stern, Striking our sails once more, we lay on our oars, and natcneu ner m tne starlight. Still she swung from side to side, and still sailed oh. After a Ions: and anxious reconnoitre, we came still nearer. using our oars, but very reluctantly on Jarl's part; who, while JUniMg, ilia ijtB UTC me BUUUIKOT, eUi 11 aUUUb ID UCaCU the little Chamois on the back of a whale as.ef yore. Indeed, he seemed full as impatient to quit the vicinity of the vessel, as before he had been anxiously courting it. Now, as the silent brigantine again swung round her broadside, I hailed her loudly. No return. Again. But all was silent. With a few vigorous strokes we closed with her, giving yet another unanswered hail;, when, laying the Chamois right alongside, I clutched at the main-chams. Instantly we felt her dragging us along. Securing our craft by its painter, I sprang over, the rail, followed by Jarl, who had snatched his harpoon, his favourite arms. Long used with that weapon to overcome the monsters of the deep, he doubted not it would prove equally serviceable in any other encounter. The deck was a complete litter. Tossed about were pearl oyster shells, husks of cocoa, nuts empty casks, and cases. The deserted tiller was lashed ; which accounted for the vessel's yawing. But we could not conceive how, going large before the wind, the craft could for any considerable time, at least, have guided herself without the help of a hand. Still, the breeze was light and steady. Now seeing the helm thus lashed I could not but distrust the silence that prevailed. It conjured up the idea of miscreants concealed below, and meditating treachery; unscrupulous mutineers Lsscars, or Manilla-men; whi, having murdered the Europeans of the crew, might not be willing to let stran. gers depart unmolested. Oryet worse, the entire ship's company might have been swept away by a fever, its infection still lurking in the poisoned hull. And though the first conceit, as the last, wax a mpro surmise, it was nevertheless deemed prudent to secure the hatches, Which for the present we accordingly barred clown with the ears of eur boat. This done, we went about, the deck in search of-water. And finding some in a clumsy cask, drank long and freely, and to our-thirsty souls' content. The wind .now freshening, and the rent sails like to blow irom the yards, we brought the brigantine to the wind, and arailedup the canvas. This left us at liberty to examine the craft, though, unfortunately the night was erow- ing hazy. All this while our boat was still towing alongside;

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  1. Lloyd's Weekly Newspaper,
  2. 01 Apr 1849, Sun,
  3. Page 8

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