Interpone tuis interdum gaudia curis,
Ut possis animo quemvis sufferre laborem.
Laxaturque chelys, vires instigat alitque
Tempestiva quies, major post otia virtus.
Jamque mare et tellus nullum discrimen habebant;
Omnia pontus erant : deerant quoque littora ponto.
Common Amusements of a Bathing-place. Morning Rides, Walks, &c.—Company resorting to the Town. -Different choice of Lodgings.-Cheap Indulgences. -Sea-side Walks.-Wealthy Invalid.-Summer-Evening on the Sands.-Sea Productions." Water parted from the Sea."-Winter Views serene.-In what cases to be avoided.-Sailing upon the River,-A small Islet of Sand off the Coast.-Visited by Company.-Covered by the Flowing of the Tide.-Adventure in that Place.
Of our Amusements ask you?—We amuse
Ourselves and Friends with Sea-side Walks and Views,
Or take a Morning Ride, a Novel, or the News;
Or, seeking nothing, glide about the Street,
And so engag'd, with various Parties meet;
Awhile we stop, discourse of Wind and Tide,
Bathing and Books, the Raffle, and the Ride:
Thus, with the aid which Shops and Sailing give,
Life passes on; 'tis Labour, but we live.
When Evening comes, our Invalids awake,
Nerves cease to tremble, Heads forbear to ache;
Then cheerful Meals the sunken Spirits raise,
Cards or the Dance, Wine, Visiting, or Plays.
Soon as the Season comes, and Crowds arrive,
To their superior Rooms the Wealthy drive;
Others look round for Lodging snug and small,
Such is their taste-they've hatred to a Hall;
Hence one his fav'rite Habitation gets,
The Brick-floor'd Parlour which the Butcher lets;
Where, through his single Light, he may regard
The various Business of a common Yard,
Bounded by backs of Buildings form'd of Clay,
By Stable, Styes, and Coops, et-cætera.
The Needy-vain, themselves awhile to shun,
For Dissipation to these Dog-holes run ;
Where each (assuming petty Pomp) appears,
And quite forgets the Shopboard and the Sheers.
For them are cheap Amusements: they may slip
Beyond the Town and take a private Dip;
When they may urge that, to be safe they mean,
They've heard there's danger in a light Machine;
They too can gratis move the Quays about,
And gather kind Replies to every Doubt;
There they a pacing, lounging Tribe may view,
The Stranger's Guides, who've little else to do;
The Borough's Placemen, where no more they gain
Than keeps them idle, civil, poor, and vain.
Then may the poorest with the Wealthy look
On Ocean, glorious page of Nature's book!
May see its varying Views in every hour,
All softness now, then rising with all power,
As sleeping to invite, or threat'ning to devour:
"Tis this which gives us all our choicest Views;
It's Waters heal us, and its Shores amuse.
See! those fair Nymphs upon that rising Strand, Yon long salt Lake has parted from the Land; Well pleas'd to press that Path, so clean, so pure, To seem in Danger, yet to feel secure ;
Trifling with Terror, while they strive to shun
The curling Billows; laughing as they run;
They know the Neck that joins the Shore and Sea,
Or, ah! how chang'd that fearless Laugh would be.
Observe how various Parties take their way,
By Sea-side Walks, or make the Sand-hills gay;
There group'd are laughing Maids and sighing Swains,
And some apart who feel unpitied Pains;
Pains from Diseases, Pains which those who feel,
To the Physician, not the Fair, reveal:
For Nymphs (propitious to the Lover's Sigh)
Leave these poor Patients to complain and die.
Lo! where on that huge Anchor sadly leans
That sick tall Figure, lost in other Scenes;
He late from India's Clime impatient sail'd,
There, as his Fortune grew, his Spirits fail'd;
For each Delight, in search of Wealth he went,
For Ease alone, the Wealth acquir'd is spent-
And spent in vain; enrich'd, aggriev'd, he sees
The envied Poor possess'd of Joy and Ease:
And now he flies from Place to Place, to gain
Strength for Enjoyment, and still flies in vain:
Mark! with what Sadness, of that pleasant Crew,
Boist'rous in Mirth, he takes a transient View;
And fixing then his Eye upon the Sea,
Thinks what has been and what must shortly be:
Is it not strange that Man should Health destroy,
For Joys that come when he is dead to Joy?
Now is it pleasant in the Summer-Eve,
When a broad Shore retiring Waters leave,
Awhile to wait upon the firm fair Sand,
When all is calm at Sea, all still at Land;
And there the Ocean's Produce to explore,
As floating by, or rolling on the Shore ;
Those living Jellies* which the Flesh inflame,
Fierce as a Nettle, and from that its Name;
Some in huge masses, some that you may bring
In the small compass of a Lady's ring;
Figur'd by Hand divine-there's not a Gem
Wrought by Man's Art to be compar'd to them;
Soft, brilliant, tender, through the Wave they glow,
And make the Moon-beam brighter where they flow.
Involv'd in Sea-wrack, here you find a race,
Which Science doubting, knows not where to place;
On Shell or Stone is dropt the Embryo-Seed,
And quickly vegetates a vital Breedt.
While thus with pleasing wonder you inspect
Treasures the Vulgar in their scorn reject,
See as they float along th' entangled Weeds
Slowly approach, upborne on bladdery Beads;
Wait till they land, and you shall then behold
The fiery Sparks those tangled Frons' infold,
* Some of the smaller species of the Medusa (sea-nettle) ara exquisitely beautiful: their form is nearly oval, varied with serrated longitudinal lines; they are extremely tender, and, by no means which I am acquainted with, cau be preserved, for they soon dissolve in either spirit of wine or water, and lose every vestige of their shape, and indeed of their substance: the larger species are found in mis-shapen masses of many pounds weight; these, when handled, have the effect of the nettle, and the stinging is often accompanied or succeeded by the more unpleasant feeling, perhaps in a slight degree resembling that caused by the torpedo.
+ Various tribes and species of marine vermes are here meant: that which so nearly resembles a vegetable in its form, and per haps, in some degree, manner of growth, is the coralline called by naturalists Sertularia, of which there are many species in almost every part of the coast. The animal protrudes its many claws (apparently in search of prey) from certain pellucid vesicles which proceed from a horny, tenacious, branchy stem.
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