4 
THE ORIENTAL ANNUAL. 
heart in tones so fresh and joyous, so full of life and 
beauty, that he must be insensible indeed who could 
pass on his way without a wish to linger. 
“ Beautiful islands ! Many years have passed since, 
faint in the distance, I first descried the dim blue haze 
which marked your position ; since, more near, I 
gazed on the bright green hills and valleys, the glit- 
tering houses, the spire and dome of church and 
palace, which greet the wanderer’s approach to Ter- 
ceira ; but even now, in dreamy thought, your bright 
hues and varied outlines rise in soft repose before me. 
“ Circling round and round with untiring music, how 
wildly yet gently play the waves, dashing their rain- 
bow spray on every side ! while, ever and anon, with 
‘ feigned abuse 
Such as perplext lovers use/ 
or rather with a fond mother’s restless love, chafed that 
she cannot lavish more treasure from the unmeasured 
depths of her affection, the Atlantic heaves her 
troubled bosom, while her murmurs are echoed back 
upon the breeze from the deep caverns of the beet- 
ling coast. 
“ As the vessel slowly beat up, the city and surround- 
ing country became gradually more distinct ; the 
pointed architecture, the pure white walls, and pyra- 
midal red-tiled roofs stood out in sharp relief ; and 
presently the nearest houses showed the painted 
lattices — carefully closed, to seclude all within from the 
