173 THE OCEAN. 
Pico. 
of Pico presents a great variety of beauty. One 
afternoon it was lightly powdered with snow, so as 
to give it a tint of sober olive; with a larger quan- 
tity of frost or snow, and stronger and more direct 
sunshine, it has looked like dead silver; at another 
time it was tipped with fire; at another it was pavi- 
lioned in flame-coloured clouds;—a few light mists 
would shut it entirely out, or, where transparent, 
give to it a wan and visionary hué; and in the even- 
ing, when the clouds put on a gayer livery, becoming 
rose-coloured, or purple, or bronzed, the changes and 
flushes would almost remind you of the variable 
colours on a pigeon’s neck; or, as a poet has said, - 
‘Of hues that blush and glow 
Like angels’ wings.’ ”* 
* Bullar’s Azores, i. 368, 
