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7 The Chapel CHAPTER 7 THE CHAPEL. In this same New Bedford there stands a Whaleman’s ChapelWhaleman’s Chapel: Melville attended a service there before sailing in January 1841. The rebuilt New Bedford Seamen's Bethel, on the walls of which the memorial tablets Ishmael mentions can still be seen, is in the same spot on Johnny-Cake Hill., and few are the moody fishermen, shortly bound for the Indian Ocean or Pacific, who fail to make a Sunday visit to the spot. I am sure that I did not. Returning from my first morning stroll, I again sallied out upon this special errand. The sky had changed from clear, sunny cold, to driving sleet and mist. Wrapping myself in my shaggy jacket of the cloth called bearskinbearskin: shaggy woolen cloth., I fought my way against the stubborn storm. Entering, I found a small scattered congregation of sailors, and sailors’ wives and widows. A muffled silence reigned, only broken at times by the shrieks of the storm. Each silent worshipper seemed purposely sitting apart from the other, as if each silent grief were insular and incommunicable. The chaplain had not yet arrived; and there these silent islands of men and women sat steadfastly eyeing several marble tablets, with black borders, masoned into the wall on either side the pulpit. Three of them ran something like the following, but I do not pretend to quote:— S A C R E D To the Memory of J O H N    T A L B O T, Who, at the age of eighteen, was lost overboard, Near the Isle of DesolationIsle of Desolation: or Isla Desolaciòn, the uninhabited Pacific island at the western entrance of the Strait of Magellan, in Patagonia, the southern region of South America., off Patagonia, November 1st, 1836. THIS TABLET Is erected to his Memory B Y   H I S   S I S T E R. S A C R E D To the Memory of ROBERT LONG, WILLIS ELLERY, NATHAN COLEMAN, WALTER CANNY, SETH MACY, AND SAMUEL GLEIG, Forming one of the boats’ crews of the   ship   eliza, Who were towed out of sight by a Whale, On the Off-shore GroundOff-shore ground: Large area of the Pacific Ocean west of Peru, from approximately 5 to 10 degrees south latitude and 90 to 125 degrees west longitude. In 1820 the Nantucket whaler Essex (whose story is briefly told in Ch. 45) sank there after being struck by a bull sperm whale, 3,000 miles from the Peruvian coast. in the P A C I F I C, December 31st, 1839. THIS   MARBLE Is here placed by their surviving S h i p m a t e s. S A C R E D To the Memory of The late CAPTAIN   EZEKIEL   HARDY, Who in the bows of his boat was killed by a Sperm Whale on the coast of Japan, August 3d, 1833. T H I S   T A B L E T Is erected to his Memory by HIS   WIDOW. Japan: The first of 21 references to Japan distributed throughout Moby-Dick. The Japanese Cruising (Whaling) Ground (Kagoshima Bay) is cited by name four times and otherwise alluded to, as it is here on the memorial tablet. It is said that near Japan Ahab lost his leg (Ch. 28) and the Pequod her masts (Ch. 18), while, remarkably, the vessel’s new masts came from Japan (Ch. 16) despite the fact that it forbade foreigners to touch there, as emphasized in “That double-bolted land, Japan” (Ch. 24), “impenetrable Japans” (Ch. 111), and “locked Japan” (Ch. 123). Characteristic, high-pooped Japanese junks are alluded to in Chs. 16 and 50, while the Japanese seas are glorious and “resplendent” (Chs. 118 and 199), with their own fabulous whale, named Morquan (Ch. 45). Shaking off the sleet from my ice-glazed hat and jacket, I seated myself near the door, and turning sideways was surprised to see Queequeg near me. Affected by the solemnity of the scene, there was a wondering gaze of incredulous curiosity in his countenance. This savage was the only person present who seemed to notice my entrance; because he was the only one who could not read, and, therefore, was not reading those frigid inscriptions on the wall. Whether any of the relatives of the seamen whose names appeared there were now among the congregation, I knew not; but so many are the unrecorded accidents in the fishery, and so plainly did several women present wear the countenance if not the trappings of some unceasing grief, that I feel sure that here before me were assembled those, in whose unhealing hearts the sight of those bleak tablets sympathetically caused the old wounds to bleed afresh. Oh! ye whose dead lie buried beneath the green grass; who standing among flowers can say—here, here lies my beloved; ye know not the desolation that broods in bosoms like these. What bitter blanks in those black-bordered marbles which cover no ashes! What despair in those immovable inscriptions! What deadly voids and unbidden infidelities in the lines that seem to gnaw upon all Faith, and refuse resurrections to the beings who have placelessly perished without a grave. As well might those tablets stand in the cave of ElephantaElephanta: cave-temple to Hindu goddess Shiva or Siva the Destroyer on an island in the Bay of Bombay (Mumbai). See also "cavern-pagoda of Elephanta" in Ch. 55. as here. In what census of living creatures, the dead of mankind are included; why it is that a universal proverb says of them, that they tell no tales, though containing more secrets than the Goodwin SandsGoodwin Sands: treacherous shoals and graveyard of ships off the east coast of England.; how it is that to his name who yesterday departed for the other world, we prefix so significant and infidel a word, and yet do not thus entitle him, if he but embarks for the remotest Indies of this living earth; why the Life Insurance Companies pay death-forfeitures upon immortals; in what eternal, unstirring paralysis, and deadly, hopeless trance, yet lies antique Adam who died sixty round centuries agoAdam who died sixty round centuries ago: One of the then-current calculations from biblical chronology.; how it is that we still refuse to be comforted for those who we nevertheless maintain are dwelling in unspeakable bliss; why all the living so strive to hush all the dead; wherefore but the rumor of a knocking in a tomb will terrify a whole city. All these things are not without their meanings. But Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope. It needs scarcely to be told, with what feelings, on the eve of a Nantucket voyage, I regarded those marble tablets, and by the murky light of that darkened, doleful day read the fate of the whalemen who had gone before me. Yes, Ishmael, the same fate may be thine. But somehow I grew merry again. Delightful inducements to embark, fine chance for promotion, it seems—aye, a stove boatstove boat: smashed or punctured boat (in this case by a whale); see present tense form in “stave my soul” in the last sentence. will make me an immortal by brevetbrevet: temporary military promotion sometimes given on the battlefield.. Yes, there is death in this business of whaling—a speechlessly quick chaotic bundling of a man into Eternity. But what then? Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadowmy shadow here on earth is my true substance: Ishmael speaks in contrast to the allegory of the cave in the Republic of Plato, in which shadows are only appearances and sunlight is true being. For false and true lights, see also Chs. 96 and 119. here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Methinks my body is but the leeslees: dregs. of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me. And therefore three cheers for Nantucket; and come a stove boat and stove body when they will, for stave my soul, Jove himself cannotREVISION NARRATIVE: Jove himself cannot // The British edition revises the presumably irreverent “Jove himself cannot” to “who can do this? To compare American and British pages, click the thumbnails in the right margin..