And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

The blacks of this region are a cheerful, careless, dirty, race, not hard worked, and in many respects indulgently treated. It is of course the desire of the master that his slaves shall be laborious; on the other hand it is the determination of the slave to lead as easy a life as he can. The master has the power of punishment on his side; the slave, on his, has invincible inclination, and a thousand expedients learned by long practice... Good natured though imperfect and slovenly obedience on one side, is purchased by good treatment on the other.

The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.