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choked lus South German “God greet you” (Grüsch Gott ) ! After our 
mutual delight and wonder had subsided, I learnt from the genial Swa- 
bian that he had arrived the day before in company with 100 Rhineland- 
ers, Wurtemburgers, and Swabians who, like their countrymen before 
them, wanted to try their. luck. A second ship from Madeira, with Por- 
tuguese, attracted by similar ideas, reached port at the same time as 
they did: several pale, lean, male figures, with their heads covered in a 
dark blue cloth cap tapering to a 3-inch high rat-tail tip, confirmed the 
truth of the statement. 
66. My brother’s voice — he had recognized us in the crowd — soon 
brought us to his side; he was also astonished on discovering a country- 
man in our acquaintance. 
67. My brother, unfortunately, did not find the house that his friend 
Mr. Stutchbury had hired in advance foi him, quite ready for occupation, 
and was consequently obliged in the meantime to take some other rooms 
that he had formerly occupied. 
68. Tired and bewildered with all that we had seen, we- now return- 
ed to the ship to arrange for the landing of our things, and were not a 
little -surprised to find, on stepping aboard, that' Mrs. Rothwell had 
already prepared an excellent breakfast consisting of the loveliest 
Oranges, Pine-apples, and other tropical fruits hitherto unknown to 
me: the first were exquisite, the mealy fruits of the Musa sapient urn and 
Mangifera indica Linn, on the contrary, being none the less relished 
for their sweet and delicate taste. Night, that comes on so suddenly 
here was fast approaching when, with the luggage most required, we 
took possession of our temporary quarters. 
69. Yesterday evening's or rather last night’s wealth of charm was 
'repeated to-day to perhaps even a higher degree. Considering that the 
most accurate description by a poetic soul however richly blessed must 
ever remain but a silhouette of the real article — for language” of the 
most'ardent nature can never enravish and ennoble the reader’s thoughts 
with the sentiments that captivate and overwhelm the traveller who de- 
rives pleasure from such experiences — how could I venture to express 
the feelings that stirred my inmost soul when, after sunset, the almost 
overpowering balsamic fragrance from tin' gardens opposite penetrated 
each open window, when every stalk and every leaf of the gently sway- 
ing foliaged domes of luxuriant trees seemed to whisper in an unknown 
tongue “Stranger, don't forget us, but keep the memory of this enchanting 
Present ever green until the Future winds us and our mates in its pale 
and chilly shroud, when all will finally be forgotten.” How can I des- 
cribe what I felt when the shrill chirrupy chorus of countless Cicadas 
and crickets resounded high and low, when the cloudy haze, illumined 
by the brightly shining moon and Venus’ equally brilliant star-light, 
enveloped the whole of the surroundings in a semi-transparent veil that 
was being crossed by thousands of luminous insects such as Lampyris 
phosphorea Linn., when fantastically dressed wayfarers, with open um- 
brellas to protect them from the harmful moon-beams and equally nox- 
ious evening dews, filled the intersecting streets, or when the lightly 
wafted" breeze brought over to us from distant portions of the city the 
crude and noisy music of melancholy songs, of negroes at a dance. C 
sadly m/’ssed for once the pleasant evening twilight, hours of home. 
America recognises no intermediate step in the change between these 
