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falling overboard, without a prospect of his being saved from a “ watery grave.’' 
The moment the poor fellow finally disappeared from the light of day, a large 
Albatros alighted on the water at the very spot where he was seen last. Occa¬ 
sionally, too, both boats and ships are utterly destroyed by the Whales in these 
truly hazardous voyages. 
At the commencement of our present No: we insert a favourable specimen of 
the illustrations in Mr. Beale’s book. It represents a scene from a tale picked 
up by our author in the Sandwich Isles, and of which the following is a slight 
sketch :— 
In the Sandwich Islands there exists a barbarous custom of sacrificing to the 
“Great Spirit” five young men, on the death of each of their kings. Now on 
the death of Hoapili, king of Oahoo, a heavy gloom fell upon the people. Many 
a brave youth and loving maiden felt a pang rush through his or her heart on 
hearing the news, for no one knew who would be marked for the slaughter. 
The victims were selected by the chief of each district. In the village of 
Waikukii, of which Nahi was the chief, lived Tuanoa, a young man, and Ktnau, 
his betrothed bride. Both were much beloved in the land, and they had loved 
each other from early childhood. But there had been an eye long and ardently 
fixed on Kinau, and she was well aware of the fact, much to her sorrow; and 
although Tuanoa noticed her grief, yet did she not reveal its cause to her beloved’ 
for she knew that had she done so, the result would probably have been some 
rash act on his part, involving the ruin of both. It was the powerful chief Nahi 
who aspired to the smiles of Ivinau ! He even obtained ah interview with her, 
and declared his passion ; but she resolutely refused to listen to his advances. 
“ What!” said the haughty chief, “ do you refuse to listen to the voice of 
Nahi? Daughter of Kuakini, and the beloved of Tuanoa ! Go from the pre¬ 
sence of Nahi, and let there be no more said !” Kinau knew the cruel and 
vindictive spirit of Nahi, but the disgust of his people, and the frequent repre¬ 
hensions of the late king, had recently caused him to be more careful, and it was 
therefore hoped that he would not venture to lay his hand on Tuanoa. But still 
Kinau kept the secret, even while the awful chasm which might be opened to 
receive her in case of the king’s death, daily expected, yawned before her mental 
vision. One evening as the “ orb of day” was once more descending in state 
into the dark bosom of the ocean, the lovers were reclining on the Moss-bedecked 
rocks, in the beautiful Valley of Menoa—a distant cry of sorrow fell upon their 
ears. “ The king is gone!” shrieked the unhappy maid, and immediately fell 
senseless on the earth. While Tuanoa and the neighbours were recovering the 
girl, a band of persons, with dishevelled hair, bloody bodies, and frenzied aspects 
approached, and proclaimed with loud wailings that Hoapili the Good had given 
his last breath to the winds. They presented the fatal and well-known death- 
