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Disturbing Forces. Oscillations Over. 



prospect, when huge billows seemed ready to go 

 over them, and a black cloud of sorrows was 

 about to burst upon their heads, at first tremb- 

 ling and anxious, swinging a little with trepi- 

 dation to this side and that of the central point 

 of rest ; but as the trial became more distinctly 

 defined, the cloud's lightning began to flash, 

 and its big drops to fall, the palpitating heart 

 would be still, the vibrations of the will would 

 cease, faith gather strength, and the eye of the 

 soul be upturned and fastened on a faithful 

 God, and its hand grasp firmly the promises, 

 which neither death nor life, nor angels, nor 

 principalities, nor powers, nor things present, 

 nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor 

 any other creature, can ever loosen. 



With an extract, now, from the old poet 

 George Chapman, lately met with in my sea- 

 reading, somewhat accommodated and made 

 pertinent to our present estate on shipboard, on 

 the look-out for a pilot, these chapters of expe- 

 rience and observation in a whale ship must 

 come to an end. The composition of them in 

 the leaves of my journal has been a fitting em- 

 ployment for some of the hours of a long but 

 every way profitable voyage. May they prove 



