VIEW FROM WAAL 
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just catching the crimson of the sunset, the 
motionless glittering sea is reflecting the goklen 
sheen ; piled masses of purple, and crimson, and 
pink, and soft grey, and pure white cloud are 
banked up even to the enclosing vault of the 
blue heaven, where a few stars peep through, 
“ candles to the pale moon” that shows occasion- 
ally between the shifting clouds. It seemed but 
a minute ere the descent of a mountain blast 
changed the scene to a grey, stormy aspect, — the 
sea rises in ripples, the tall cocoa-palms fring- 
ing the shore sway in the breeze, and the whole 
forest moans in the disturbance. While we yet 
stand admiring, this phase of beauty gives way 
to the placid moonlight. During the short 
struggle day has died; night takes its place, 
dominated by the full moon, whose light shim- 
mers on the now smooth sea and sheds its 
rays over the whole prospect. Which is the 
lovelier, —the rich glory of the Eastern sunset 
or the soft intensity of its moonlight ? We 
turn away, compensated for many discomforts 
of travel and pangs of home-sickness. 
The Rajah is a quiet unobtrusive man, and 
during our stay we have seen little of him. Yes- 
terday, however, we had more of his company 
than we aired for. There has been for some 
