0^ r^'^^'^M" ^°'^ • %. ^'^^/ ^'^^^'^'^^ '^W^/ J'''\. ^^^*' '^^^'^'^ , "^ ^^IP;* / "^^ '-^ ^-. ;^ '•-^'^'^■\ \/ :0^-^ \,^^ :'^ J ^ A viP-TvAPs: OK, DRIFT THOUGHTS WIDE APART, %^ Wiii,£,llm. AUTnOIl'S EDITION. NEW YORK: DEWITT 0. LENT & CO., 451 BROOME STREET. 1871. TO MY FKIEND OGTAVIUS A. ROGERS, OP r>OSTON, THIS VOLUME IS MOST RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED. *' Where rose the mountains, these to him were frienda, Where rose '?.c ocean, thereon was his home ; Where the blue sky and glowing clime extends, He had the passion and the power to roarn The desert, forest, cavern, breaker's foam. Were unto liim companionship ; they spoke A mutual language, clearer than the tone Of his laud's tongue, which he would oft forsake For Nature's pages, glassed by sunbeams on the lake." PREFACE. "When a man's tliouglits go a wool-gatbering, it is as when a bird, flying tliroiigli tlie air, drops seeds wliicli first liaving picked up by the beak, sbe conveys by morsels into ber mouth to lodge them for mastication in her crop, where, if she were a beast, they would go through a process of rumination, which might be called, " chewing her soft solace of sweet and bitter fancies." Thence, after a proper gestation and quick absorption for her support, she lets them fall towards the earth, and whilst they are descending, they are most likely to be scat- tered over a soil far remote from the fields where she had first gathered them as food. These were not lost, however, surely not wasted, for there is nothing thrown away as useless by a kind Providence. In her flight through the heavens, said vagabond bird may have flown over a vast range of territory, and though she may have thus become a Avanderer, still she may, by such a coupsing, have been prolific in fruits to be gathered by others for their better improvement and profit, and thereby improving VI PEEFACE. the Proverb in tliis lesson, so tliat " the curse causeless shall not come to her." So it may happen to any author who has the assurance tc profess, before a discerning public, that he is producing " things unattempted yet in prose or verse ;" for sensible peo- ple would surely " write him down as an ass," at the bottom of his first page. Let him not think to construct any moon- shine through any such stone wall as his thick skull might encounter from this vain attempt through the simplicity of so stubborn a thought. " TIio world has grown too old a bird to be caught with chafif." So the best plan for a writer is, not to consider honesty as a mere policy, but to be frank in his jjrinciples, " for men are very shrewd in this world, and as wise as serpents, although they seem sometimes to be as harmless as cooing doves," and be not like the old fellow in the " trade of the whisk brooms, who had been chuckling over his rival, boastilig of his choapoi sale of the same stufl", he had only been thieving the stalks of this brush-corn from the fields, thinking thus to get ahead of his companion, who, in answer, confessed that he had stolen a march on the merchants in general, by stealing the Avhole broom from their stores." We therefore scout the idea of getting out " something new under the sun," and own up to some cribbage of fine wheat from the old fields of literature, and then make a bold stand on the good intentions which shall support us as a bulwark for PREFACE. Vll our "Drift Thouglits." For there are drifts of many kinds, " from the sea to the summit : " there are snow-drifts and wood-drifts, and drifts from the sea, and these as wide apart aa the heavens are from the earth ; and such are not so far apaii as some people imagine, for they are as transferable and con- vertible as stocks are, and stores, when we arc moving about from one to the other. We all can find " Tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything." Shakespeare's " .4s You Like i<." Now with this simple explanation, "That we sliall nothing extenuate, nor aught set down in maUce," we close this the seventh Envoie of our fardels of sketches, which Avere bundled up in our large portfolio while we were moving in the past from the end of Cape Cod across to Nan- tucket, and a long time since to the Falls of St. Anthony, near St. Paul's ; reaching back from a period of time extending over twenty years, and gathered at various places as wide apart as the wish of making a name in History is farther from the thouglits which have been drifting through our memory, during many years, at different intervals of time. Farewell. DRIFT THOUGHTS-AVIDE Al'ART. €l)aptcv 1. " They, who think nought so strong of the romance, So rank knight-errant as a real friend." Young. It AVcas dreadful hot, you all remember, last July. "Take any of the Sound boats for New Bedford, Massachusetts. Board can be had there at a reasonable price at the Parker House ; a steamer 1^ runnmg every other day to Edgartown, Martha's Vineyard At this island the air is delightfully cool and pleasant; fishin