...So, when the shades of evening were gathering grandly and gloomily around the dismantled parapets, and Louisburgh lay in all the lovely and romantic light of a red and stormy sun-set, it seemed but fitting that the cable-chain of the anchor should clank to the windlass, and the die-away song of the mariner should resound above the calm waters, and the canvas stretch toward the land opposite, that seemed so tempting and delectable….”
[Cozzens, A Month With the Blue Noses, The Knickerbocker, vol.49, no.6, June 1857]
Frederick Swartwout Cozzens (1818 – 1869)