ricks of scratching and dashing will bring out a deceptive
resemblance; the determined and laborious rendering of contour alone
secures sublimity.

[68] The "yesty waves" of Shakspeare have made the likeness
familiar, and probably most readers take the expression as merely
equivalent to "foamy;" but Shakspeare knew better. Sea-foam does
not, under ordinary circumstances, last a moment after it is formed,
but disappears, as above described, in a mere white film. But the
foam of a prolonged tempest is altogether different; it is "whipped"
foam,--thick, permanent, and, in a foul or discolored sea, very
ugly, especially in the way it hangs about the tops of the waves,
and gathers into clotted concretions before the driving wind. The
sea looks truly working or fermenting. The following passage from
Fenimore Cooper is an interesting confirmation of the rest of the
above description, which may be depended upon as entirely free from
exaggeration:--"For the first time I now witnessed a tempest at sea.
Gales, and pretty hard ones, I had often seen, but the force of the
wind on this occasion as much exceeded that in ordinary gales of
wind, as the force of these had exceeded that of a whole-sail
breeze. The seas seemed crushed; the pressure of the swooping
atmosphere, as the currents of the air went howling over the surface
of the ocean, fairly preventing them from rising; or where a mound
of water did appear, it was scooped up and borne off in spray, as
the axe dubs inequalities from the log. When the day returned, a
species of lurid, sombre light was diffused over the watery waste,
though nothing was visible but the ocean and the ship. Even the
sea-birds seemed to have taken refuge in the caverns of the adjacent
coast, none reappearing with the dawn. The air was full of spray,
and it was with difficulty that the eye could penetrate as far into
the humid atmosphere as half a mile,"--_Miles Wattingford_. Half a
mile is an over-estimate in coast.

[69] She is a slaver, throwing her slaves overboard. The near sea is
encumbered with corpses.

[70] There is a piece of tone of the same kind, equal in one part,
but not so united with the rest of the picture, in the storm scene
illustrative of the Antiquary,--a sunset light on polished sea. I
ought to have particularly mentioned the sea in the Lowesto