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SKETCHES OF DR. LYMAN BEECHER.

a strong, rapid river. There is no straining, forting himself with scraping a violin. Not after great things, but his genius is an Aladdin's much was elicited from him above a bare civillamp, summoning at a touch thoughts and ity for some time. We were drawn up around images more wonderful than magic creations. a bright fire, and a variety of pleasant remarks Sometimes his mind will become kindled in was made by the different persons present. prayer, and perhaps sublimer petitions were Among them was his eldest daughter. The never uttered. I look back with intense de conversation of Miss Beecher was filled with light to the chapel devotions, in which he took striking thoughts, and at the same time was a conspicuous part, as among the most precious unusually sparkling. All at once the Doctor privileges of my life.

was observed to lay aside the old violin and Dr. Beecher had a most singular faculty of straighten up in his chair, as he always does attaching young men to himself by a friendship when interested. We could see the fun laughmore personal than that of instructor and pupil. ing in the corners of his eyes, and the whole He was regarded as a father, and yet some movement was accompanied with a peculiar times he could scourge as with a rod of iron. blowing through the nose. This last is always I shall never forget one young man, no doubt the precursor of something droll. I will not now in heaven, who had a singular mania for attempt the description of an incident which denunciation. The whole church was corrupt. had occurred only a few nights before. Gough The clergy were dumb dogs. The laity wor himself might have envied the pantomimic shipped Mammon and not God. On one occa power displayed, as this cheerful veteran stood sion this young apostle delivered a speech, at in the centre of the circle and acted out the the regular time of seminary declamation, in scene. The horses in the night had been which he arraigned the whole church, and kicking up a great racket, and the Dutchman condemned it most magisterially. When the had gone out to quiet matters. Just as the Doctor made his criticisms, he did it mildly, re- || Dutchman went into the stable, one of the minding the speaker that he was young yet, and boarders happened to see him, and she screamthat such words would hardly become the aged ed out, “ Horse thieves !” That roused the apostle to the Gentiles. He admonished him Doctor in another part of the house, and out he to cherish a more kindly spirit, assuring him sallied to the rescue. But the brave man had that as the spirit of true love should reign in a hindrance from behind, because his wife held his heart, would this spirit of denunciation be fast to his morning-gown with the beseeching banished. All felt the justice of the remarks, expression, “ Now don't go, Doctor! oh don't and adınired the spirit which dictated them. go! you will be killed ! you will be shot!”

But the culprit could not give it up so, and But he shook her off, and by this time all the after the exercise was finished, confronted the ladies were screaming with fright; and lo, just Doctor with the demand to soften what he had then poor John, the Dutchman, having regusaid as unchristian and unjust. This touched lated things at the barn, came in just in time the old man to the quick, and he forthwith put to save from fits those especially concerned, off“ bowels of mercy.” He scourged the poor and to relieve the courageous Doctor farther fellow till he wept like a child, and begged demonstration of his valor! forgiveness. Poor W— ! his mind was pe Indeed he is as kind and noble a man as one culiar, and needed greatly a balance wheel. can meet, and I trust I have violated no proHe worked with untiring devotion for Jesus, priety in entertaining numerous readers with and yet once in a while would fly off in a some facts, which will make them better actangent into some wild aberration. He did quainted with one of the giants of our age now much in spite of this, and has left on earth the fast passing away. Perhaps some of these record that he had not lived in vain. He died facts may stimulate others to recall scenes of at his post, a much wiser man, I am told, than personal intercourse, and of public life, which when his gray-haired instructor bastinadoed otherwise will be lost. These will be needed him so justly and so mercilessly.

by the man whose lot it may be to sketch the In his family, Dr. Beecher is a must amiable life of this veteran when he is gone. May man, and his friends always meet a welcome. this event be long deferred, is the prayer of one The happiest New Year's evening I ever spent who loves him as a father, and who loves to was at his house. Myself and a friend found recount the past, as bright spots in his own the Doctor unwell, and rather taciturn, com- | history!

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THE MISSION OF FLOWERS.

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Who does not love flowers? The utterly sordid may pass them with a careless eye, the unconcerned may trample them rudely under their feet; but where the heart is alive to the pious or higher emotions, where the love of beauty is cherished, or the charm of refinement felt, flowers are prized and sought. The love of flowers is one of the earliest tastes of childhood, and after a life of worldliness, if not of crime, a fresh flower has spoken to the heart seared and blighted, and opening the fountains of tears, brought back the days of peace and purity.

Flowers have been called the smiles of Heaven. Nothing in the world of nature so speaks to our hearts of the love of God of his delight in the happiness of his creatures ; while they seem, too, to display his delight in the work of creation: there is such an infinity

of beauty, and such an infinite variety of beauty { displayed in the floral world. Think of the s beauty of the colors from the most gorgeous

hue to the most delicate tint, with every possi

ble combination of color and shade, laid on with 3 the boldest brush or the lightest pencil. The

coloring of flowers alone furnishes a study for the life of an artist, wbile no touch of his imitative pencil can rival the work of the Great Designer.

The forms of flowers, too, are wonderfully varied. They have supplied designs for the 3 sculptor and architect; patterns for the loom

and the embroidery. It is the great delight of the artist to imitate them; to reproduce and combine them in every form, with every material, from the simple chintz, through worsted and silk, to golden-threaded tapestry; from the clay of the potter to the marble of the sculptor, or the embossed wreath of the golden goblet. They present, in their natural state, an infinite variety of form, from every line of chaste beauty and pure elegance, to forms fantastic and grotesque. It seems as if they mimicked all in the realms of nature and art; from the white spring flowers which reflect while they shadow forth the stars above them, to the tall, heavy sun-flower, imitating while it bows to and follows the

orb it is likened to. All features as well as all forms seem copied in flowers. Almost human eyes glance from some, and pearly teeth glitter in many. Here you have a finger, and there you see a glove; here is a goblet, and there a hatchet; here an arrow, and there a slipper ; fairy bells are ringing, perhaps, merry chimes as they hang on their hairy petals; and here the face of a wild animal peeps out, and there you note the tongue of the serpent; while each flower has its own appropriate foliage, from the rich, dark, polished leaf of the japonica, carefully guarding and well befitting its queenly blossom, to the fantastic, grotesque foliage of the cactus, contrasting with the rich and gorgeous blossoms, reminding of dragons and gorgons guarding fair nymphs.

All climates, all lands boast their own flowers; and while among the choicest treasures of pride and wealth, as gathered from many climes, they bloom in conservatory and hot bed, save some brilliant strangers, the poor man's garden boasts those as sweet, and almost as fair; and they spring up too in the waste place and solitary, in the deep chasms and dark woods, by lone streams and dark ravines, where the earth seems cursed for the sin of man-as if still to proclaim the mercy and love that faileth not.

There seems a striking similitude between the birds and flowers of a land. In tropical lands, birds seem almost winged flowers—the same deep and varied dyes, the same rich and glowing hues; while in our colder lands, birds and flowers are both more modest, more sober in their tints, while the one sheds a richer fragrance, and the other pours a sweeter melody. And we may more fully learn the influence of natural objects upon the eye, thus forming the taste, if we note how the favorite colors of nations assimilate to the floral world around them. Natives of tropical climates, with their birds of splendid plumage, and flowers of gaudiest dye, choose for their apparel likewise, the richest, gayest colors. They wear robes and turbans of crimson, and blue, and yellow, while we are pleased with colors grave and modest.

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For the first time on the passage from the Sandwich Islands, ten weeks to-day, we heard day before yesterday from the mast-head, “ There she blows." The usual question and orders from the deck quickly followed: “How far off ?” “ Keep your eye on her”-“ Sing out when we head right." Three whales were descried from alost in different parts, and in a short time the Captain gave orders to “ stand by and lower” for one a little more than half a mile to windward. Three boats' crews pulled merrily away, glad of something to stir their blood, and with eager hope to obtain the oily material wherewith to fill their ship. The whale was going leisurely to windward, blowing every now and then two or three times, then “turning tail," "up flukes," and sinking. The boats “ headed " after him, keeping a distance of nearly one quarter of a mile from each other, to scatter (as it is called) their chances.

Fortunately, as the oarsmen were “hove up," that is, had their oars a-peak about the place where they expected the whale would next appear, the huge creature rose just by the Captain's boat, and all the boat-steerer, in the bow, had to do, was to plunge his two cold irons, which are always secured to one towline, into the blubber sides. He did it so well as to hit the “ fish's life,” and make him spout blood. It was the first notice the poor fellow had of the proximity of his powerful captors, and the sudden entrance of the barbed harpoons made him caper and run most furiously. The boat spun after him with almost the swiftness of a top, diving through the seas, and tossing the spray, and then lying still while the whale sounded, for the space of an hour; in which time another boat" got fast” to him, and the Captain's cruel lance had several times pierced his vitals. He was killed, as whalemen call it, that is mortally wounded, an hour before he went into “his flurry," and was really dead or “ turned up” on his back.

The loose boat then came to the ship for a hawser to fasten round his flukes, which being done, the Captain left his irons in the carcass and pulled for the ship in order to beat to windward, and getting alongside to "cut him in." This done and the carcass secured by a chain, they proceeded to rieve the huge blocks that are always made fast for the purpose to the fore and mainmast head, and fasten the tackle. The Captain and two mates then went over the sides on steps well secured, and having each a breast-rope to steady and lean upon. The cooper passed them the longhandled spades which he was all the time grinding and whetting, and they fell lustily to work cutting off the blubber.

First came one of the huge lips, which, after they had nearly severed close to the creature's eye, was hooked into by what they call a blubber-hook, stripped off and raised on board by 3 the windlass. It was covered with barnacles, exceedingly compact and dense. Next came one of the fore fins; after that the other lip, and then the upper jaw, with all that peculiar substance called whalebone, through which the animal strains his food. It is all fringed with course hair that detains the little shrimps and small fry on which the creature feeds. The bones radiate in leaves that lay edgewise to the mouth, from each side of what may be called the ridge-pole of the mouth's roof, forming a house almost big enough for a man to stand up in.

Next came the lower jaw and throat with the tongue, which latter alone must have weighed fifteen hundred or two thousand pounds, an enormous mass of fat, not however so firm and tough as the blubber. Whalers often have to lose it, especially from the north-west whale, it being impossible to get it up on deck alone, because it would not hold, and is too large and heavy to raise with the throat.

After this was hoisted in, the rest of the way

LETTERS FROM A WHALE-SHIP.

was plain sailing, the blubber being cut and , of the “try-works;" two men standing by a peeled off in huge unbroken strips, as the car. horse with a mincing knife to cleave the pieces cass rolled over and over, hooked into by the into many parts for the more easy trying out, great blubber-hooks, and hoisted in by the men as the rind of a piece of pork is cut for roastheaving at the windlass. As often as a piece, ing; the boat-steerers and one of the mates nearly reaching to the top of the mainmast, was pitching it into the kettles, feeding the fires got over the deck, they would attack it with with the scraps—bailing the boiling fluid into great boarding-knives, and cutting a hole in it copper tanks, from which it is the duty of nearly even with the deck, thrust in the strap another to dip into casks. and toggel of the “ cutting blocks,” that they The decks present that lively though dirty might still have the purchase on the carcass spectacle which whalemen love, their faces all below; then sever the huge piece from the rest begrimed, and sooty, and smeared with oil. and lower it down into “ the blubber-room ” be A farmer's golden harvest in autumn, is not a tween decks, where two men had as much as pleasanter sight to him than it is to a whaler they could do to cut it into six or eight pound to have his decks and blubber-room“ blubber pieces and stow it away. It was from nine to log," the try-works a-going, cooper a-poundeleven inches thick, and looked like very large ing, oil flowing, everybody busy and dirty, fat pork slightly colored with salt petre.

night and day. Donkey-loads of Chilian or The magnificent swan-like albatrosses were Peruvian gold, filing into the custom-house at round by hundreds, eagerly seizing and fight Valparaiso and Lima, or a stream of Benton's ing for every piece that got chopped off, swal yellow-boys flowing up the Mississippi, have lowing it with the most carnivorous avidity, no such charms for him, as cutting in a hunand detracting considerably from one's admira dred barrel whale, and turning out oil by the tion of that most superb of birds, just as your hogshead. veneration for one whom the coloring of a The whale now taken proves to be a cowyouthful imagination has made a little more whale, about forty-five feet long, and twentythan human, is not a little abated by finding five round; and it will yield between seventy him subject to the necessities and passions of and eighty barrels of excellent right-whale poor human nature. Gonies, stinkards, horse oil. This is about the ordinary size of the birds, haglets, gulls and petrels, had many a New Zealand whale, a dwarf in comparison good morsel of blubber. A shark, too, ap with that of the north-west, which sometimes peared to claim his share; but it was not until yields, it is said, three hundred barrels, ordiafter a man had been twice on the wave-washed narily one hundred and fifty or one hundreds carcass to get a rope fast to a hole in the and eighty. Though so huge a creature, a head, or I should have trembled for his legs. very small part of its bulk appears out of

Before the blubber was all off, the huge en water, nor do you have so fair a view of this trails of the whale burst out at the wounds immense mass of organized matter, as of a made by the spades and lances. I hoped the ship afloat in comparison to one on the stocks. peeled carcass would float for the benefit of the As is usually the case, the observed reality of gonies and other birds. But no sooner was this immense animal hardly comes up to the the last fold of blubber off, and the flukes pre-conceived vague idea of it, still less to the hoisted in, than it sank. About the same time poetic imagination of two ships came down to speak us, the Henry, of Sag Harbor, and Lowell, of New London.

“That sea-beast Their captains came on board to congratulate Leviathan, which God of all his works us on our success, and “ learn the news.” Created hugest that swin the ocean stream They had just arrived on the ground, and had Him haply slumbering on the Norway foam, not vet taken any whales.

The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff, Soon after we had finished cutting in, about Deeming some island, ost, as soamen tell, 8 o'clock, the wind increased almost to a gale, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind making it impossible to try out that night.

Moors by his side under the lee, while night But to-day, while the ship is laying-to, the busi Invests the sea, and wished morn delays." ness has begun in good earnest; the blubber-men cutting up in the blubber-room; others pitching They used to tell some big “ fish stories" in it on deck; and others forking it over to the side Milton's day, and I have no doubt they had

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something to do in his mind with the creation | His mighty stature; on each hand the flames, of that image of Satan on the burning lake - Driven backward, slope their pointing spires,

and rolled With head uplift above the wave, and eyes In billows, leave in the midst a horrid vale. That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides, Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air, Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge That fell unusual weight. As whom the fables name of monstrous size,

H. T. C. Titanian, or Earth-born, that warred on Jove : New Zealand Cruising Ground, Forthwith upright he rears from of the pool Pacific Ocean, lat. 42°. S. long. 160°. W.

BIRDS.

( 8 E E THE COLORED ENGRAVING.]

BY THE EDITOR.

It is a part of the plan of the Parlor Maga- | of Paradise, and that is unrivalled. It is an zine to give the portraits of the fairest native inhabitant of the Molucca Islands, and it seems and exotic flowers; and we think that this fea | fitting that such a bird should reside in a counture has always been acceptable to our patrons. try where the air is filled with the odor of But there is such a relation between flowers spices. and birds, that we can hardly help giving an There is nothing which makes one who is occasional sketch of the latter. Birds and cooped up in a large city, feel the rigor of his flowers! the two ideas are necessarily and imprisonment so much as the absence of birds. inseparably blended. So in the last number of Many a time, when we have escaped from our our Magazine, we introduced one to our Parlor, confinement for a day or two, have we been and in this number we have another. We do affected almost to tears by the sweet voice of not mean to apologize for the introduction the Robin and Blue-bird. Oh, this world would nothing of that kind. That were as if we not be so bright and gorgeous as it is, were it should, in so many words, impeach the good not for these warblers, which seem to have taste of our fair friends ; for we hold this truth been sent down from heaven to gladden us with to be self-evident, that the lady who loves not their unearthly music. birds and flowers is not a lady of taste. We do not mean to make an apology, therefore, for " The birds, the birds, of summer hours ! introducing these friends of ours, but rather They bring a gush of glee that we have not invited them to the Parlor To the child among the fragrant bowers, before.

To the sailor on the sea. The Bird of Paradise, represented in our en

We hear their thrilling voices, graving, has been the subject of a great deal of

In their swift and airy flight, poetry, as well as of some rather absurd and And the inmost heart rejoices extravagant eulogies in prose. It was be With a calm and pure delight. lieved, by naturalists too, in former days, that Amid the morning's fragrant dew, the Bird of Paradise had no legs ; that it con

Amid the mists of even, sequently was an ethereal bird, never alighting They warble on, as if they drew on this globe, and subsisting upon the dew of Their music down from heaven. heaven. However, it is generally conceded, And when their holy anthems now, we believe, that the bird has feet, and

Come pealing through the air, rather ugly ones at that. The beauty of its Our hearts leap forth to meet them, plumage is the principal attraction of the bird With a blessing and a prayer.”

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