“The day had hardly yet begun to dawn, the stars shone with unclouded brilliance, and the breeze was fresh off the land. The capstan was soon manned, the messenger brought-to, and all fair for heaving, when the sound of the mirth-inspiring fiddle operated like magic on the sailors' heels, and made them move with life and uniformity to its hornpipe measure.”
[Excursion to Vourla and Clazomene, The Literary Gazette, Vol.8, 1824]