. Monthly nautical magazine, and quarterly review . have them. The most reckless traveller, after the ap-palling disasters of the past few months, will look to his safety,if not on his own account, at least for the dear ones left Life Insurance Companies, too, will look for greater safetyto human life, and the daily press will thorn our sides until the dangers of the sea1 are no longer rendered appalling by super-adding the dangers of the ship. Bettei\, therefore, anticipatethan delay. Out of regard for human life, let us do that which,at a later day, an aroused public opinion will
. Monthly nautical magazine, and quarterly review . have them. The most reckless traveller, after the ap-palling disasters of the past few months, will look to his safety,if not on his own account, at least for the dear ones left Life Insurance Companies, too, will look for greater safetyto human life, and the daily press will thorn our sides until the dangers of the sea1 are no longer rendered appalling by super-adding the dangers of the ship. Bettei\, therefore, anticipatethan delay. Out of regard for human life, let us do that which,at a later day, an aroused public opinion will demand at thehand of the Almighty Dollar. Ship-Building in Scotland.—The River Clyde may be re-garded as the metropolis of ship-building in Europe and GreatBritain. Nearly all the British ocean steamers, and a largenumber of smaller craft, are built there. The total tonnagebuilt on the Clyde, in 1853, reached the enormous sum tons, a very large proportion of which was of iron con-struction. The Old Brig 183 Nautical Department,. THE OLD BRIG GLOBE. We find among our California files the following quaint tri-bute to the memory of this notorious old sea-hulk, and since itis too good to lose in the wreck of newspaper articles, we giveit a place in the Nautical Magazine. We, too, have knownlong and well, the same old Globe : one of the representativebrigs was she:— There is something suggestive in the contemplation of an old ship, when,all her voyages done, she rests from her labors by the shore of the quietharbor, or lies on her beam-ends upon the sea-sands, or wedged andstranded amid its pitiless rocks, like an old man when his work is done andhis eye grown dim. The fresh paint of the vessel, like the hue of youth,has gone forever. Gone the strength of that oaken frame, and the strandedcordage, like gray hairs, is streaming uncared for in the wind ! What astory that old craft could tell us, were it capable of speaking! What yarns of piping times, of southeas
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