276 THE WHALE AND 



Melancholy Wreck discovered in the Gulf Stream. 



CHAPTER XVIIL 



KNITTING UP THE LESSONS OF THE VOYAGE AT ITS 

 CLOSE. 



I saw a wreck upon the ocean flood. 



How sad and desolate ! No man was there ; 

 No living thing was on it. There it stood ; 



Its sails all gone ; its masts were standing bare : 

 Toss'd on the wide, the boundless, howling sea ! 



The very sea-birds scream'd, and pass'd it by. 

 And as I look'd, the ocean eeem'd to be 



A sign and figure of Eternity. 

 THE WRECK AN EMBLEM SEEM'D of those that eail 



Without the pilot, Jesus, on its tide. 

 Thus, thought I, when the final storms prevail, 



Shall rope, and sail, and mast be scatter'd wide I 

 And they, with helm and anchor lost, be driven, 

 In endless exile sad, far from the port of Heaven ! 



T. C. UJPHAM. 



Rounding Cape Cod, Massachusetts Bay. 



TN all probability, this beautiful sonnet must 

 -*- have been written somewhere at sea, just 

 after passing such a wreck as we met with a 

 few days ago in the Gulf Stream. Such sad 

 things (and they are melancholy objects, indeed, 

 to behold at sea) are often fallen in with there. 

 Perhaps more wrecks are made within, and at 



