and let me in this place movingly admonish you, ye ship-owners of nantucket! beware of enlisting in your vigilant fisheries any lad with lean brow and hollow eye; given to unseasonable meditativeness; and who offers to ship with the phædon instead of bowditch in his head. beware of such an one, i say; your whales must be seen before they can be killed; and this sunken-eyed young platonist will tow you ten wakes round the world, and never make you one pint of sperm the richer. nor are these monitions at all unneeded. for nowadays, the whale-fishery furnishes an asylum for many romantic, melancholy, and absent-minded young men, disgusted with the carking cares of earth, and seeking sentiment in tar and blubber. childe harold not unfrequently perches himself upon the mast-head of some luckless disappointed whale-ship, and in moody phrase ejaculates:—