truggles, and to die with all of mortal agony?

The attachment, I might say friendship, which seamen entertain for particular
vessels is not to be wondered at. The deck is the home of the mariner: here the
greater number of his days are spent: the masts, sails, rigging are to him familiar
objects, the objects of his constant care and solicitude, and he feels for them a
species of paternal love. When these are destroyed, lost, wrecked, he mourns them
with a real sorrow.
It is my lot to live within constant sight of the sea. I am on one of the grand
highways from Europe to New York. Ships of all nations pass my door. Many a
noble vessel has been wrecked within a mile from my dwelling. My mind therefore
often reverts to this most fearful calamity, and it is difficult for me to expel even
from my dreams visions of shipwreck.

VII.DR. SYNTAX.

Will nobody republish A Tour in Search of the Picturesque? Will nobody print
it and give us the original pictures, colored engravings of the richest sortnone of
your meager outlinesyour skeletons of sketchesbut the rotund figures in full of
the veritable hero of that glorious poem, and all the scenes and adventures through
which he passed?
Darling old Dr. Syntax! How many a sad, long year has droned away since I, a
merry boy, used to read thy most fascinating of Tours! Nothing ever so captivated
my young imagination as thy solitary rambles on thy faithful steed through town
and hamletnow taking up thy abode with some lordly proprietor, and now
sleeping contentedly beneath the roof of some sturdy yeomannow kissing the
squires wife and sister, and now giving sympathizing advice to the dairy-maid,
who was, like poor Ophelia, disappointed in love. Oh, Doctor! thou wast never
above humanity. Though never frail thyself, yet wast thou no inexorable judge over
the frailties of others.
I long, most patient and peculiar of travelers, I long sincerely to accompany thee
once more in thy rambles. Most charitable of divines, most lenient of pedagogues,
take thee for all in all, I shall not look upon thy like again! Interestingest of all
authors, I would enter into thy feelings once more. I would feel the joy thou feltest
in quitting thy spouse (no dulcis uxor) and mounting thy famous mare, Grizzle, and
setting forth on thy most speculative and picturesque expedition. You were a
creature of the brain, Doctor, I supposebut to me you are a reality. I remember
you perfectly. I loved you when a boy at school with all my heart. Orthography,
Etymology and Prosody I hatedbut I loved Syntax.
Which of you generous and gentlemenly booksellers will immediately send me
a copy (bound or unbound, but it must have the pictures,) of Dr. Syntaxs Tour in
Search of the Picturesque? Speak not all at once! I will promise you a first-rate
notice in the Boston Post. It would afford me a wonderful sight of fun, as they
say in Androscoggin, to read that book. I should be rejuvenesced. Kind Mr. Hart, be
so obliging as to ransack your shelves and transmit an old English copy,

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