Deck and port; or, Incidents of a cruise in the United States frigate Congress to California . on, to restore order whereit has been broken up, to consolidate the elements ofnational existence, and settle them on a new and per-manent basis, requires all the time which this republichas enjoyed since she proclaimed her is nothing in the present condition of Chiliwhich should fill the advocates of free institutionswith distrust. She has clouds on her sky, but mostof them ?Te skeletons from which the storm has longsince passed. But I have no space for a disquisition on Chili. A
Deck and port; or, Incidents of a cruise in the United States frigate Congress to California . on, to restore order whereit has been broken up, to consolidate the elements ofnational existence, and settle them on a new and per-manent basis, requires all the time which this republichas enjoyed since she proclaimed her is nothing in the present condition of Chiliwhich should fill the advocates of free institutionswith distrust. She has clouds on her sky, but mostof them ?Te skeletons from which the storm has longsince passed. But I have no space for a disquisition on Chili. A I 218 DECK AND TORT. labored essay is beyond the scope and purpose of thisdiary. 1 have only time to wave my adieu to VALPARAISO. Sweet Valparaiso—fare thee well! Thy steep romantic shore,And toppling crags, where wildly dwell The echoes, which thy billows pourAs oer the rucks their anthems swell— Shall greet my pilgrim steps no they whose tread is on thy steep, Have down to deaths dim chambers gone,Where harp and lute in silence sleep, Thy sweet sea-dirge will still roll 219 CHAPTER VII. PASSAGE PEM VALPARAISO TO CALLAO. FLARE UP OF THE PACIFIC.—SONGS OF SEAMEN. SAILORS ON SHORE. LOSS OF THE SAMSON OF OUR SHIP. THE SETTING SUN AT SEA. OUR ASTOR- HOUSE SAILOR. THE MAD POET OF THE CREW. LAND HO ! ASPECT OJ» CALLAO. APPEARANCE OF THE NATIVES. THE BURIAL ISLE. Our pennant glitters in tbe breeze,Our home is on the sea:Where wind may blow, or billow flow, No limits to the free:No limits to the free, my boys,Let wind and wave waft on,The boundless world of waters is,My merry men, our own. Wednesday, March 18. We tripped our anchorsthis morning and stood out to sea from the bay ofValparaiso. While getting under way, a boat fromthe British ship Daphne came alongside with dis-patches for Admiral Seymour, in command of theCollingwood, on the coast of California. No soonerwere these received, and orders given to make sail,than three other boats were seen starting fro
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