Sketches — Volume 04 by Robert Seymour
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utter prostration of strength--the Oh! I never shall forget the
death-like feel!--Fat men rolling on the deck, like fresh caught porpoises; little children floundering about; and white muslins and parasols vanishing below! The smoking-hot dinner sends up its fumes, and makes the sick more sick. Soda-water corks are popping and flying about in every direction, like a miniature battery pointed against the assaults of the horrid enemy! "Steward!" faintly cries a fat bilious man, "bring me a glass of brandy as quick as you can." But alas! he who can thus readily summon spirits from the vasty deep, has no power over the rolling sea, or its reaches! "O! my poor pa!" exclaims the interesting Wilhelmina; and is so overcome, that she, sweet sympathizer! is soon below pa in the ladies' cabin. In fact, the greater part of the pleasure-seekers are taken--at full length. Even young ladies from boarding-school, who are thinking of husbands, declare loudly against maritime delight! while all the single young men appear double. The pier at last appears--and the cargo of drooping souls hail it with delight, and with as grateful a reverence as if they were received by the greatest peer of the realm! They hurry from the boat as if 'twere Charon's, and they were about stepping into the fields of Elysium! A change comes o'er the spirit of their dream--their nerves are braced; |
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