The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 37, November, 1860 by Various
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Liston was subject to constitutional melancholy, and in a severe attack
of it he consulted a famous physician. "Go and see Liston," said the doctor. "I am Liston," said the actor. And thus the inner soul of a great humorist is often as unrecognized by those who read him as was the natural personality of Liston by the doctor. FAYAL AND THE PORTUGUESE. Every man when he first crosses the ocean is a Columbus to himself, no matter how many voyages by other navigators he may have heard described or read recorded. Geographies convince only the brain, not the senses, that the globe is round; and when personal experience exhibits the fact, it is as wonderful as if never before suggested. You have dwelt for weeks within one unbroken loneliness of sea and sky, with nothing that seemed solid in the universe but the bit of painted wood on which you have floated. Suddenly one morning something looms high and cloudlike far away, and you are told that it is land. Then you feel, with all ignorant races, as if the ship were a god, thus to find its way over that trackless waste, or as if this must be some great and unprecedented success, and in no way the expected or usual result of such enterprises. A sea-captain of twenty-five years' experience told me that this |
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