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XII. A Severe Sentence, 43 LXXXIX. An Enemy unlooked for, 394 Blue Cave, the,
XXII. A Circuitous Transaction, 92 Passenger's Log, a,
126 Brown, the Late Samuel,
360 Buckley, William - The Wild
xxx. Talk over the Table, 122 Strcet-musician, the,
143 Carmelites of Jesi, the,
67 | Catalogue of the Irish Academy
NOTICES OF BOOKS.
Clock, Watching the,
XLIX. War to the Knife, 219 English Hearts and Hands, 169 Criticism on Shakspeare, French-
LI. Who was the Rider! 236 Trelawny's Recollections of the
Curling-match--The Bonspiel, 248
LII. My Sister's Spirit, 238 Walker's Facts for Factories, 109 Dinner Commissariat, thc,
LXII. A Knock on the Head, 286 MISCELLANEOUS ARTICLES OF English Hearts and Hands,
Lxv. 'Dade's Massacre,' - 301 Acquaintance, Dropping an, 305 Facts for Factories Captain tersus
25 Favours Returned, -
LXVIII. A Victory ending in a All for a Penny,
415 Française, Breaking-up à la,
LXIX. Another ‘Swamp-fight,' 317 | Animalcules, Polygastric,
ance of an Army, 319 Arts, on Squinting as One of the, 209 Generation, Silence for a,
50 Gentle Reader, the,
ixxin. A Sad Spectacle, 333 | Babooism,
45 Gheel, the Village of,
1.xxv. The Alarm,
335 Baker Street, a Voice from, 214 for Life and Recognition, 196
1.XXVII. A 'Split Trail,' 345 Banking, the Scotch System of, 24 Grandenigo's Daughters, the Baron, 376
376 Grouse? What has become of the, 86
347 Barrel of Oysters, a Christmas, 44 Guinea-pigs, the,
LXXX. Signal Shots,
363 Beasts in Ancient Rome, the Train- Hearts and Hands, English, 169
LXXXI. An Empty Camp, 364 ing of,
339 Hints to Novelists,
LXXXII. A Dead Forest, 365 Beauties, Shakspeare's,
53 Hire, the Labourer and his,
LXXXIII. A Circular Conflict, 366 Beckenham-English Hearts and Historical Sketch of Solar Spots, 307
LXXXIV. A Dead Shot by Jake, 379 1 Hands,
169 | Horse-tamers-A 'Rarey' Show, 261
297 Oysters, a Christmas Barrel of, 44 Struggle for Life and Recognition, a, 196
312 Super-marine Telegraph, the, 62
353 Surnames, an Assortment of, - 391
126 Tenants, My Country-house and its, 84
415 Theatricals, a Word on,
398 Town, Night-view of a Negro, 88
33 Towns of Yorkshire, the Lost, 123
337 | Training of Beasts in Ancient
357 Trial by Ordeal in the 19th Century, 292
139 | Turkey, the Slave-trade in, 264
14 Unravelled Mystery, an,
276 Portland and the Breakwater, 81 Victoria Bridge at Montreal, 61
360 Village of Gheel, the,
367 Proceedings in Breakneckshire, 182 Voice from Baker Street, a, 214
70 ‘Want Something to Read,' 289
17 Waters, Mineral,
261 | What has become of the Grouse? 86
401 Wind-charts and Bottles of Smoke, 377
-To the Editors of Chambers's
244 Rome, the Training of Beasts in Writings, Shelley and his, - 148
344 Yorkshire, the Lost Towns of, 123
159 Santa Casa of Loretto, the, 211
193 Science and Arts-
74, 140, 206, 270, 348, 413
Scotland, Indigent Gentlewomen of, 143
ANECDOTES AND PARAGRAPHS.
53 Air, Pure,
163 Shelley and Byron, the Last Days of, 276 Ballygarriffe, Church Affairs at,' 48
148 Coal, Artificial,
2:23 Silence for a Generation, 369 Deaths in England, Unnatural, 208
257 Executioner's Little Bill, an, 224
353 Many Thoughts on Many Things,'96
327 Solar Spots, Historical Sketch of, 307 Richmond Dinner Three Hundred
Something on My Mind,
241 Stage Burlesques,
227 Steam-power, Curiosities of, 95 Victoria Bridge at Montreal, 64
Science and Arts.
CONDUCTED BY WILLIAM AND ROBERT CHAMBERS.
SATURDAY, JANUARY 2, 1858.
CHAPTER I.-THE FLOWERY LAND.
a new theory of life? Men looked upon a land where OÇ EOLA:
the leaves never fell, and the flowers never faded. The
bloom was eternal-eternal the music of the birds. BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID."
There was no winter-no signs of death or decay.
Natural, then, the fancy, and easy the faith, that in LINDA FLORIDA! fair land of flowers !
such fair land man too might be immortal. Thus hailed thee the bold Spanish adventurer, as, The delusion has long since died away, but not standing upon the prow of his caravel, he first caught the beauty that gave birth to it. Thou, Florida, art sight of thy shores.
still the same-still art thou emphatically the land It was upon the Sunday of Palms—the festival of of flowers. Thy groves are as green, thy skies as the flowers—and the devout Castilian beheld in thee bright, thy waters as diaphanous as ever. There is a fit emblem of the day. Under the influence of no change in the loveliness of thy aspect. a pious thought, he gave thee its name, and well And yet I observe a change. The scene is the deservedst thou the proud appellation.
same, but not the characters! Where are they of that That was three hundred years ago. Three full red race who were born of thee, and nurtured on thy cycles have rolled past, since the hour of thy baptismal bosom ? I see them not. In thy fields, I behold ceremony; but the title becomes thee as ever. Thy white and black, but not red-European and African, floral bloom is as bright at this hour as when Leon but not Indian—not one of that ancient people who landed upon thy shores—ay, bright as when the were once thine own. Where are they ? breath of God first called thee into being.
Gone! all gone! No longer tread they thy flowery Thy forests are still virgin and inviolate; verdant paths--no longer are thy crystal streams cleft by the thy savannas; thy groves as fragrant as ever-keels of their canoes-no more upon thy spicy gale is those perfumed groves of aniseed and orange, of borne the sound of their voices—the twang of their myrtle and magnolia. Still sparkles upon thy plains bowstrings is heard no more amid the trees of thy the cerulean ixia; still gleam in thy waters the golden forest : they have parted from thee far and for ever. nymphæ; above thy swamps yet tower the colossal But not willing went they away-for who could cypress, the gigantic cedar, the gum, and the bay-tree; leave thee with a willing heart ? No, fair Florida ; still over thy gentle slopes of silvery sand wave long- thy red children were true to thee, and parted only in leaved pines, mingling their acetalous foliage with sore unwillingness. Long did they cling to the loved the frondage of the palm. Strange anomaly of veget- scenes of their youth; long continued they the conflict ation; the tree of the north, and the tree of the of despair, that has made them famous for ever. south-the types of the frigid and torrid-in this thy Whole armies, and many a hard struggle, it cost the mild mid-region, standing side by side, and blending pale-face to dispossess them; and then they went not their branches together!
willingly—they were torn from thy bosom like wolf-cubs Linda Florida! who can behold thee without pecu- from their dam, and forced to a far western land. Sad liar emotion? without conviction that thou art a their hearts, and slow their steps, as they faced toward favoured land ? Gazing upon thee, one ceases to the setting sun. Silent or weeping, they moved onward. wonder at the faith-the wild faith of the early In all that band, there was not one voluntary exile. adventurers—that from thy bosom gushed forth the No wonder they disliked to leave thee. I can well fountain of youth, the waters of eternal life!
comprehend the poignancy of their grief. I too have No wonder the sweet fancy found favour and cred- enjoyed the sweets of thy flowery land, and parted ence; no wonder so delightful an idea had its crowds of from thee with like reluctance. I have walked under devotees. Thousands came from afar, to find rejuven- the shadows of thy majestic forests, and bathed escence by bathing in thy crystal streams--thousands in thy limpid streams — not with the hope of sought it, with far more eagerness than the white metal rejuvenescence, but the certainty of health and of Mexico, or the yellow gold of Peru: in the search, joy. Oft have I made my couch under the canopy thousands grew older instead of younger, or perished of thy spreading palms and magnolias, or stretched in pursuit of the vain illusion; but who could wonder? myself along the green-sward of thy savannas ; and,
Even at this hour, one can scarcely think it an with eyes bent upon the blue ether of thy heavens, illusion ; and in that age of romance, it was still easier have listened to my heart repeating the words of the of belief. A new world had been discovered, why not eastern poet:
Oh! if there be an Elysium on earth, * Right of Translation reserved.
It is this-it is this !
the timid creature to start over the ground, and press closer to its mother, and sometimes to my sister, for protection.
The scene has its accompaniment of music. The My father was an indigo planter ; his name was golden oriole, whose nest is among the orange-trees, Randolph. I bear his name in full-George Randolph. gives out its liquid song; the mock-bird, caged in the
There is Indian blood in my veins. My father was verandah, repeats the strain with variations. The gay of the Randolphs of Roanoke-hence descended from mimic echoes the red cardinal and the blue jay, both the Princess Pocahontas. He was proud of his Indian fluttering among the flowers of the magnolia; it mocks ancestry-almost vain of it.
the chatter of the green paroquets, that are busy with It may sound paradoxical, especially to European the berries of the tall cypresses down by the water's ears; but it is true, that white men in America, who edge; at intervals it repeats the wild scream of the have Indian blood in them, are proud of the taint. Spanish curlews that wave their silver wings overhead, Even to be a "half-breed’ is no badge of shame, or the cry of the tantalus heard from the far islets of particularly where the sang mêlé has been gifted with the lake. The bark of the dog, the mewing of the fortune. Not all the volumes that have been written cat, the hinny of mules, the neighing of horses, even bear such strong testimony to the grandeur of the the tones of the human voice, are all imitated by this Indian character as this one fact-we are not ashamed versatile and incomparable songster. to acknowledge them as ancestry!
The rear of the dwelling presents a different aspect Hundreds of white families lay claim to descent —perhaps not so bright, though not less cheerful. from the Virginian princess. If their claims be just, Here is exhibited a scene of active life-a picture of then must the fair Pocahontas have been a blessing to the industry of an indigo plantation. her lord.
A spacious enclosure, with its 'post-and-rail'fence, I think my father was of the true lineage; at all adjoins the house. Near the centre of this stands the events, he belonged to a proud family in the old pièce de résistance—a grand shed that covers half an dominion ;' and during his early life had been sur- acre of ground, supported upon strong pillars of wood. rounded by sable slaves in hundreds. But his rich Underneath are seen huge oblong vats, hewn from the patrimonial lands became at length worn out-profuse great trunks of the cypress. They are ranged in threes, hospitality well-nigh ruined him; and not brooking one above the other, and communicate by means of an inferior station, he gathered up the fragments of spigots placed in their ends. In these the precious his fortune, and ‘moved' southward—there to begin plant is macerated, and its cerulean colour extracted. the world anew.
Beyond are rows of pretty little cottages, uniform in I was born before this removal, and am therefore size and shape, each embowered in its grove of orangea native of Virginia ; but my earliest impressions of trees, whose ripening fruit and white wax-like flowers & home were formed upon the banks of the beautiful fill the air with perfume. These are the negro cabins. Suwanee, in Florida. That was the scene of my Here and there, towering above their roofs in upright boyhood's life-the spot consecrated to me by the attitude, or bending gently over, is the same noble joys of youth and the charms of early love.
palm-tree that ornaments the lawn in front. Other I would paint the picture of my boyhood's home. houses appear within the enclosure, rude structures of Well do I remember it: 60 fair a scene is not easily hewn logs, with clap-board' roofs : they are the stable, effaced from the memory.
the corn-crib, the kitchen—this last communicating A handsome 'frame'-house, coloured white, with with the main dwelling by a long open gallery, with green Venetians over the windows, and a wide shingle roof, supported upon posts of the fragrant red verandah extending all round. Carved wooden por- cedar. ticoes support the roof of this verandah, and a low Beyond the enclosure stretch wide fields, backed by balustrade with light railing separates it from the a dark belt of cypress forest that shuts out the view of adjoining grounds-from the flower parterre in front, the horizon. These fields exbibit the staple of cultithe orangery on the right flank, and a large garden vation, the precious dye-plant, though other vegetation on the left. From the outer edge of the parterre, a appears upon them. There are maize-plants and sweet smooth lawn slopes gently to the bank of the river potatoes (Convolvulus batatas), some rice, and sugarhere expanding to the dimensions of a noble lake, with cane. These are not intended for commerce, but to distant wooded shores, islets that seem suspended in provision the establishment. the air, wild-fowl upon the wing, and wild-fowl in the The indigo is sown in straight rows, with intervals water.
between. The plants are of different ages, some just Upon the lawn, behold tall tapering palms, with bursting through the glebe with leaves like young pinnatifid leaves-a species of oreodoxia-others with trefoil; others full grown, above two feet in height, broad fan-shaped fronds—the palmettoes of the south; resemble ferns, and exhibit the light-green pinnated behold magnolias, clumps of the fragrant illicium, and leaves which distinguish most of the leguminosaradiating crowns of the yucca gloriosa-all indigenous for the indigo belongs to this tribe. Some shew their to the soil. Another native presents itself to the eye papilionaceous flowers just on the eve of bursting; -a huge live-oak extending its long horizontal boughs, but rarely are they permitted to exhibit their full covered thickly with evergreen coriaceous leaves, and bloom. Another destiny awaits them; and the hand broadly shadowing the grass beneath. Under its shade, of the reaper rudely checks their purple inflorescence. behold a beautiful girl, in light summer robes—lier In the enclosure, and over the indigo-fields, a hair loosely coifed with a white kerchief, from the hundred human forms are moving; with one or two folds of which have escaped long tresses glittering with exceptions, they are all of the African race—all slaves. the hues of gold. That is my sister Virginia, my They are not all of black skin-scarcely the majority only sister, still younger than myself. Her golden of them are negroes. There are mulattoes, samboes, hair bespeaks not her Indian descent, but in that she and quadroons. Even some who are of pure African takes after our mother. She is playing with her pets, blood are not black, only bronze-coloured; but with the doe of the fallow deer, and its pretty spotted the exception of the 'overseer' and the owner of the fawn. She is feeding them with the pulp of the sweet plantation, all are slaves. Some are hideously ugly, orange, of which they are immoderately fond. Another with thick lips, low retreating foreheads, flat noses, favourite is by her side, led by its tiny chain. It is and ill-formed bodies; others are well proportioned; the black fox-squirrel, with glossy coat and quivering and among them are some that might be accounted tail. Its eccentric gambols frighten the fawn, causing good-looking. There are
women nearly white