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"I may succeed, perhaps, in particularising some the writer), Melville hears no more, and he of the individual features of Payaway's beauty, finally relinquishes all hope of escape from but that general loveliness of appearance which the Typees. Of the beautiful scenes in the to describe. The easy unstudied graces of a child valley a charming description is given, of nature like this, breathing from infancy, an which we have not space to quote, and to atmosphere of perpetual summer, and nurtured by condense it would be unjust. To amuse freedom from care and anxiety, and removed him, however, the natives exert themselves effectually from all injurious tendencies, strike in every possible way, and procure for him the eye in a manner which cannot be portrayed. a canoe to sail upon their "peaceful This picture is no fancy sketch; it is drawn from rivers,” where it “floated gracefully as a the most vivid recollections of the person de

The females, however, were for

bidden to enter a canoe, and Fayaway was "Payaway-I must avow the fact-for the most at first banished from the white man's side. part clung to the primitive and summer garb of Fayaway's dispensation from the “ taboo" Eden. But how becoming the costume ! showed her fine figure to the best possible advan- was at length procured, and then, with the tage; and nothing could have been better adapted nymph sitting in the stern, and Kory-Kory to her peculiar style of beauty. On ordinary occa: (Melville's attendant) paddling the canoe, sions she was habited precisely as I have described they swept gently along the margin of the the two youthful savages whom we had met on first entering the valley. At other times, when

To this picturesque scene a pleasrambling among the groves, or visiting at the ing allusion is made in the ballad. houses of her acquaintances, she wore a tunic of white tappa, reaching from her waist to a little

Fearing the reputed capricious nature of below the knees ; and when exposed for any length the savages, Melville, in spite of all reof time to the sun, she invariably protected her- monstrances, determines to escape, but is self from its rays by a floating mantle of the same foiled again and again. At last, however, material, loosely gathered about the person.

he persuades the natives to allow him to go

down to the bay while some Europeans are "This gentle being had early attracted my regard, not only from her extraordinary beauty, but there taking a cargo of cocoa-nuts and from the attractive cast of her countenance, sin- bread-fruit on board their boats. A fight gularly expressive of intelligence and humanity between the natives ensues, and the opporof all the natives, she alone seemed to appreciate tunity is seized by the American to escape. the effect which the peculiarity of the circumstances in which we were placed had produced upon the “ In the interest excited by the fray, every one minds of my companion and myself. In address-had left me except Marheyo, Kory-Kory, and poor ing me-especially when I lay reclining upon the dear Fayaway, who clung to me, sobbing con. mats suffering from pain-there was a tenderness vulsively. I saw that now or never was the in her manner which it was impossible to mis- moment. Clasping my hands together, I looked understand or resist. Whenever she entered the imploringly at Marheyo, and moved towards the house, the expression of her face indicated the now almost deserted beach. The tears were in the liveliest sympathy for me; and moving towards old man's eyes, but neither he nor Kory-Kory the place where I lay, with one arm slightly attempted to hold me, and I soon reached the elevated in a gesture of pity, and her large glis. Kannaka, who had anxiously watched my movetening eyes gazing intently into mine, she would ments; the rowers pulled in as near as they dared murmur plaintively, ' Awha! awha! Tommo,'and to the edge of the surf; I gave one parting emseat herself mournfully beside me.

brace to Fayaway, who seemed speechless with " Her manner convinced me that she deeply sorrow, and the next instant I found myself safe compassionated my situation, as being removed in the boat, and Karakoee by my side, who told from my country and friends, and placed beyond the rowers at once to give way. Marheyo and the reach of all relief. Indeed, at times I was Kory-Kory, and a great many of the women, fol. almost led to believe that her mind was swayed by lowed me into the water, and I was determined, gentle impulses hardly to be anticipated from one as the only mark of gratitude I could show, to in her condition; that she appeared to be con- give them the articles which had been brought as scious there were ties rudely severed, which had

I handed the musket to Kory-Kory, once bound us to our homes; that there were sis in doing which he would fain have taken hold of ters and brothers anxiously looking forward to our me, threw the roll of cotton to old Marheyo, return, who were perhaps never more to be pointing as I did so to poor Payaway, who had

retired from the edge of the water, and was sitting " In this amiable light did Fayaway appear in down disconsolate on the beach, and tumbled the my eyes; and, reposing full confidence in her can- powder-bags out to the nearest young ladies, all of dour and intelligence, I now had recourse to her, whom were vastly willing to take them. This disin the midst of my alarm with regard to my com- tribution did not occupy ten seconds, and before panion."

it was over the boat was under full way," Of his companion, named Toby (who In concluding this summary of the story goes away to seek out for medical aid for upon which the ballad was founded, we

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THE EVENING MIST. the composition. During the period Mr. Duggan was in America, he became an “ How beauteous in all their varied forms intimate acquaintance of the talented Mrs. Are those light siliery mists that meekly gather Child, with whose works many of our

O'er cottaged vales, when sounds of life are still;

Yet loving most deep glens, where streamlets readers are probably familiar. “Typee"

glide, was read by the poetess to the musician, When sets the sun, and Twilight, Eve's pale

sister, and the picture of Fayaway admired equally by both. The poetess has translated her Comes o'er the hills, with dews and folding admiration into words of touching beauty, Bidding the wild bee cease her pleasant hum, and the musician seems to have imbibed All birds their warbling, save that one sweet dethe spirit of the sunny story, and to have which sings, Night's minstrel, to the full orb'd expressed it thoroughly in the music.

moon!" I met in lovely ocean isles,

" Come, my children," said an aged man Where nature in her freshness smiles, With faëry Fayaway.

to his young companions, “let us rest The tender light of her blue eyes

awhile beneath this beetling crag, for the Was mild and deep as moonlight skies- way has been long, and somewhat weary." The lovely Fayaway.

The beetling crag, weather-beaten and Her rich brown hair waved soft and free, lichen-dotted, and varied with ferns and Round her smooth limbs so gracefully- flowers, presented much of sylvan beauty, The flexile Payaway.

while from out the fissures feathery sprays We roam'd in shady cocoa groves,

of the birch and ash trembled in the sumAll tuneful with a thousand loves My sylvan Fayaway,

mer breeze, and threw their quivering O’er peaceful rivers, like a swan,

shadows over the raging waters that rushed Our little boat flow'd smoothly on,

beneath. The channel of the stream was With graceful Fayaway.

broken by huge stones, which had fallen While to the kisses in my eyes,

from the cliffs above; and these, varied Her own made eloquent replies My artless Fayaway.

with bright-yellow and dark spots, uprose

amid the torrent, while around them im. But from the blissful dream we woke, The flow'ry fetters rudely broke,

petuously toiled the agitated waters, recoilFrom loving Fayaway,

ing at one time in gurgling eddies, at anAnd where the wild sea makes its moan, other leaping over the intervening barriers, I left her weeping all alone

and sparkling and foaming in their onward Farewell to Payaway!

course, till finding a smooth channel, their But part of my existence lies In the sweet mem'ry of her eyes

restlessness subsided, and they glided on My gentle Fayaway.

with a soft murmur, winding through green meadows, and embellishing a landscape of exceeding beauty.

The sun was setting amid elouds gor

geously tinted, and very mild and beautiful TRUTH.

was the scene, over which a slight haze

began to gather. No sound broke the ADHERE rigidly and undeviatingly to silence of the place, except the streamlet's truth; but while you express what is true, rush, or the song of birds, answering one express it in a pleasing manner, Truth the other, or at intervals the bleating of is the picture, the manner is the frame sheep in the far-off valley. that displays it to advantage.

“Look, my young friends," said the old There is nothing, says Plato, so delight- man, “at the meadows and their flowing ful as the hearing or the speaking of truth. stream, with that ample range of wooded For this reason, there no conversation hills which rises against a solemn space so agreeable as that of the man of integrity, of clear quiet sky. A short time since, who hears without any intention to betray, the outlines were well defined, and every and speaks without any intention to de- prominent object—whether of blue ridges ceive,

or giant trees-stood forth in bold relief But now, most gorgeous clouds rest on the gradually disappearing as the day advances, horizon, and a slight transparent silvery till he who rises late seeks for them in vain mist, wreathing over the intervening valley, -and instead of floating mists and meadows obscures the middle distance. I have sparkling with dew, the air is sultry, and a promised to teach you somewhat concern- grey haze, betokening heat, is seen to rest ing such natural objects as are most upon the fields. familiar; and in the calmness of this “You no doubt remember, my young lovely evening, our thoughts may well friends, the exceeding beauty of mountain recur to the first mention of that haze, the mists, as we once saw them in the valley parent of bright flowers and green herbage, of St. John, near Keswick. without whose active ministry all scenes “ Blue was the sky, blue the water, while of beauty and repose might soon be light fleecy clouds seemed to float in the changed to brownness and sterility :- depths below. Mists curled around the “There went up a mist from off the earth, hills, and the robe of Iris could not surand watered the whole face of the ground; pass their hues. But their beauty, with for the Most High had not caused it to that of the woods and lake, must have rain upon the earth, and there was not a been seen and felt-—it is impossible to de. man to till the ground.'—Gen. ii.

scribe or paint them; they spoke to the Thus we read," continued the aged man; feeling heart in clear deep tones concerning "and what a mental vision of silence and of their great Creator-they bade all men reloneliness, and yet of sylvan beauty, rises joice and look upwards, and think what this before the view! But have you ever thought world will be when the blight of sin and concerning the nature of that mist, which misery is removed for ever! becomes visible when the glorious sun is “In a few hours the scene changed! setting, and shadows begin to lengthen upon You remember how dark and lowering the the grass, without whose continual recur- heavens became; the hills caught their rence the earth would become parched ? gloomy hue, a dense vapour brooded in the That mist or vapour-dear to poets as the recesses of the valley, and the mists, no evening star-slightly veiling yet not ob- longer floating and transparent, looked scuring the prominent features of the land- dusky, and rested on the hills. Suddenly, scape, consists of two parts ; the one, a and as if commissioned to fulfil some secret large proportion of air; the other, a watery errand, up rose the vapours high in air, and vapour, exhaled from the earth. When whirled about in fantastic shapes; the clouds meeting in their ascent with a degree of parted gradually, then hung low, and began cold sufficient to condense them, their to move onward with mysterious sublimity, gravity, or weight, becomes increased-forlike messengers on some great, yet solemn some weight they have, though impercepti- errand; or shadowy troops of mourners, ble to us-and their further progress is passing from a nation's grave! Again they prevented; they then descend upon the earth became stationary! but suddenly the sun in the character of dew, or drizzling rain, broke forth with exceeding splendour, or float as mists over the evening land- brightening the dull clouds, and tinging scape.

them with golden hues; silvery and trans“ But beautiful are they in this last de- parent mists floated around the hills, linvelopment, when seen by moonlight, when gering at one time in the wooded hollows not a single cloud, journeying across the at another melting into light, till the scene heavens, obscures the brightness of her was such as memory loves to recall in her beams; when stars of the first magnitude best and happiest hours. alone are dimly visible, and it seems as if Resting some years sinee, beside an the valleys had suddenly become lakes, aged tree, in one of the wildest parts of and the hills bold headlands. Their forma- Sweden, where tradition tells that Gustion may be readily observed at the close of tavus, when seeking to elude his enemies, a hot day; but their greatest density is watched for the coming on of night in generally about midnight, or between that weariness and loneliness, I listened to a time and sunrising, when they float among wild and beautiful descant, and thus the the hills, and wreathe far up their sides, in poet sung:forms the most pleasing and fantastic ; “ . How wonderful and yet how lovely is this fair world; how glorious is the sun, wind that had danced blithely over the blue shining in his brightness over land and hills came back again, but not as heretoflood; and now, when cool winds are stir- fore, for his breath was hot, and as he came ring, and the evening is set in, the moon swiftly towards the cloud, he said, “Thy looks mildly down over the silent earth, wish is heard, and I will answer it; but art and on high bright stars crowd round, as thou willing to become a sacrifice ? if to do her homage!'

“The cloud hesitated for a moment. She “Thus spake a dusky creeping mist, that remembered her glorious beauty, alone in hovered over a vast extent of swamp :- the immensity of space, floating without • The earth looks beautiful,' she mourn- care or apprehension, and reflecting the fully repeated, but what am I, and what brightness of the sun. But again faint my birth-place? -a swamp, which men voices reached her from the earth. “We avoid; myself voidless, without aught of are perishing, men said; 'our children grace or loveliness!' And thus bemoaning too, and cattle. Ah! beauteous cloud, herself, the mist continued to creep slug- water-urn of the firmament, wilt thou not glishly over the surface of the stagnant revive us ?' pool.

"'I am willing,' she said; and the wind “Suddenly an evening breeze came danc- drew nigh. He urged her with loving haste ing over the hills, fresh, and full of life, and over the parched fields, and it seemed as if the mist was driven upwwards, brightening the same viewless power which caused the as she rose,

for the moon shone tull upon creeping mist to become a cloud, now exerher, and her dusky hue changed to a silvery cised some mightier influence. For sudhaze. That evening breeze possessed a denly her beauty vanished, and she darkened secret power, known perchance to few, yet and expanded, and grew exceeding fearful capable of achieving much. He bore the to behold; her mighty shadow descended mist swiftly on his wings into the higher to the carth, while the wind, her brother, regions of the heavens, and breathing spoke loudly, and his voice was terrible. on her as he passed away, she became a The loftiest oaks bent as if to do him cloud.

homage, grass and shrubs lay prostrate, “Meanwhile, the sun arose, and men and men hastened to take shelter, fearful, looked forth from their cottages on the although they knew that the wind and cloud fields sparkling with dew; they looked were fraught with blessings. also to the sky, and saw a glorious cloud “ In a moment the wind hushed. Loud sailing over the distant hills. We may bursts of thunder came from the bosom of hope for rain,' they said; and went cheer- the cloud, lightning gleamed forth, and fully to their daily labours.

then a torrent of rain descended on the Gradually the heat increased, and those smoking earth. The earth drank it in, the who wrought grew weary; the earth was dry clods became soaked, and the fields hard and dry, and scarcely might their revived. Heavier and heavier fell the rain, spades turn up the flinty soil. The cloud, till at length streams began to flow, and meanwhile, moved majestically athwart the flocks and herds quenched their thirst heavens, yet not with pride, for she re- among the sedges. membered her lowly birth-place and sad “ Then the wind spoke gently, and the thoughts; and when contrasting with them sun broke forth, lighting the earth with her present greatness, she longed to prove beauty, and causing the rain-drops to glitter her gratitude by doing good.

in his beams. Across the bosom of the " The weary men looked upwards. 'Would cloud, while yet she lingered, as if rejoicing to heaven,' they said, “that yonder cloud in the blessings she had shed, rested a might bring us rain, for the streams are beauteous rainbow, emblem of that love dry, and our flocks and herds wander in which caused her to become a sacrifice. quest of water, and find none !'

And a sacrifice she was ; for swiftly as the “Ah! that I could help you,' exclaimed gliding in of night melted that cloud away, the cloud, when she looked on the weary yet was she not forgotten ; for old men still men, and heard the bleating of their inno- speak of the rain that fell on that memoracent sheep beside the empty water-courses. ble day, blessing and refreshing the parched Scarcely had she spoken, when the same earth, when hope had begun to fail."

A MORAL.

Oh, turn not now in gloom aside,
To listen to the voice of Pride,
Which bids thy heart in silence break,
“O'erfraught with grief that will not speak;"
Nor freeze again that fount of feeling
Her glance of love is fast unsealing;
But let thy load of anguish rest
Within her sympathising breast;
Her soothing smile, her pitying tears,
Will charm thy grief, and chase thy fears !
Then humbly count thy mercies o'er,
But, brightest 'mid the golden store,
Thank Heaven for that which aye will prove
Thy star of life-a sister's love!

R. H.

LINES

I HAD a little spot of ground

Where blade nor blossom grew,
Though the bright sunshine all around

Life-giving radiance threw.
I mourn'd to see a spot so bare

of leaves of healthful green, And thought of bowers, and blossoms fair,

I frequently had seen.
Some seeds of various kinds lay by-

I knew not what they were-
But, rudely turning o'er the soil,

I strew'd them thickly there;
And day by day I watch'd them spring

From out the fertile earth,
And hoped for many a lovely thing

of beauty and of worth.
But as I mark'd their leaves unfold

As weeds before my view,
And saw how stubbornly and bold

The thorns and nettles grew-
I sigh'd to think that I had done,

Unwittingly, a thing,
That, where a beauteous bower should thrive,

But worthless weeds did bring.
And thus, I mused: the things we do

With little heed or ken,
May prove of worthless growth, and strew

With thorns the paths of men ;-
For little deeds, like little seeds,
May flowers prove, or noxious weeds!

THE EDITOR.

ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY ABOUT TO

DEPART FOR INDIA.

Thou art wooed away to a sunny land,

Where the night is a milder day, And the palm-trees bend when the wind's soft

hand
Hath touch'd them in idle play ;
Where dark blue streams, with a mighty song,

Rush down between fragrant trees,
And strange birds spring with golden wing

On the surges of the breeze.

Man's love is fierce in that burning clime

It brooks not a cold delay;
But it withers away ’neath the wing of Time-

It is born for fast decay.
But here it glows with a passion deep,

That will only with life depart-
Oh, you'll never meet with a dream so sweet

As the love of an Irish heart !

A SISTER'S LOVE.

That land hath jewels that Earth's dark caves

For ages long conceal'd,
And gems that once blush'd beneath the waves,

In their beauty unreveal'd;
But are they as bright as the love-lit eyes

That so oft gazed into thine?
Oh, no! for these were not Earth's or Sea's,

But jewels from Love's own mine!

Oh, say not, proud and wayward heart,
All smiles are false, all friendship art;
A sister's love, a sister's smile,
Will ne'er forsake thee, ne'er beguile;
No wintry blast of cold unkindness,
Nor Time's dark wing, nor Folly's blindness,
Can quench or dim that changeless flame,
Approved by Heaven, from whence it came!
In joy still beams its gentle spark;
But brightest when all else is dark;
As oft, upon the morning sky,
Like a fair cloud the moon rides high;
But when thy heart is crush'd with sorrow,
And night draws on which knows no morrow-
Then, doubly welcome 'mid the gloom,
Like hopes of Heaven beyond the tomb,
Thy sister's guiding love shall rise
All radiant on the midnight skies,
To cheer thy heart, and light thy road,
And point thy hopes to Heaven and God!
Though thou hast spurn'd, in days gone by,
That pale gleam on thy sunny sky;
And many a time hast turn'd away
In mockery of its gentle ray;
Though thiou hast oft that heart neglected,
That kindness scorn'd, that love rejected ;-
Yet still 'tis there-oh, look aloft!
Cloudless and changeless, pure and soft,
A message from the courts of Heaven,
Of hope new-born, and sin forgiven!

They will weave for thee rare bright Indian

flowers To braid in thy sunny hairBlossoms that, like Jove's golden showers,

Seem rain'd o'er Earth's bosom there : Let them glow-let them glow in their orient

pride, They will never have half the grace Of the shamrock wreath you twin'd beneath

The haunts of your early days !

Then turn thy steps from that gorgeous land

Turn to thy own green isle
For on her face, which woe hath bann'd,

Still lurks a trusting smile;
And we'll give thee bright looks of hope and

love
For those gems of the Eastern wave:
Then stay, oh, stay! nor turn and stray
From the land of the true and brave !

F. J. O'B.

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