Thou, in the moon's bright chariot, proud and gay, And all the year dost with thee bring Of thousand flow'ry lights thine own nocturnal spring. Thou, Scythian-like, dost round thy lands above And still, as thou in pomp dost go, The shining pageants of the world attend thy show. The dramatic lyrists, Shakspere and Fletcher, have painted some of the characteristics of Morning with rainbow hues :— Full many a glorious morning have I seen SHAKSPERE Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, Who doth the world so gloriously behold, The cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. To the bitter north-east wind; Then reward your dogs, and pray After these, the modern sonnet sounds somewhat tame :"Tis not alone a bright and streaky sky— Soul-cheering warmth-a spicy air serene FLETCHER. Fair peeping flowers, nor dews that on them lie- In vapoury clouds, or tints of clearest sheen. In general gladness hail the blessed light- We may fitly conclude with Milton's noble Hymn So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was cheer'd, From either eye, and wiped them with her hair. Lowly they bow'd, adoring, and began Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous verse To add more sweetness; and they thus began :- Thus wond'rous fair; thyself how wond'rous then! In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. If better thou belong not to the dawn, Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, The Moskito Indian of Juan Fernandez. DAMPIER. [DAMPIER, one of those intrepid English navigators who voyaged and fought in the old buccaneering spirit, was born in 1652. His early life was spent in the roving life of those lawless adventurers who were a terror to every flag. He was subsequently employed in the Royal Navy, and went upon a voyage of discovery to the South Sea. His voyages were published from time to time, between 1697 and 1709. Dampier died about 1712.] March the 22d, 1684. We came in sight of the island, and the next day got in and anchored in a bay at the south end of the island, in twenty-five fathom water, not two cables' lengths from the shore. We presently got out our canoe, and went ashore to seek for a Moskito Indian whom we left here when we were chased hence by three Spanish ships in the year 1681, a little before we went to Africa; Captain Watlin being then our commander, after Captain Sharpe was turned out. This Indian lived here alone above two years, and although he was several times sought after by the Spaniards, who knew he was left on the island, yet they could never find him. He was in the woods hunting for goats when Captain Watlin drew off his men, and the ship was under sail before he came back to shore. He had with him his gun and a knife, with a small horn of powder, and a few shot; which, being spent, he contrived a way by notching his knife to saw the barrel of his gun into small pieces, wherewith he made harpoons, lances, hooks, and a long knife: heating the pieces first in the fire, which he struck with his gun-flint and a piece of the barrel of his gun which he hardened, having learned to do that among the English. The hot pieces of iron he would hammer out and bend as he pleased with stones, and saw them with his jagged knife, or grind them to an edge by long labour, and harden them to a good temper, as there was occasion. All this may seem strange to those who are not acquainted with the sagacity of the Indians; but it is no more than these Moskito men are accustomed to in their own country; where they make their own fishing and striking instruments, without either forge or anvil; though they spend a great deal of time about them. Other wild Indians who have not the use of iron, which the Moskito men have from the English, make hatchets of a very hard stone, with which they will cut down trees, (the cotton-tree especially, which is a soft tender wood,) to build their houses or |