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are so young to die-but Thy will, O God, not, figure slightly clad, and bearing, as it seemed, mine be done!”
some heavy burden. Slowly it toiled on, staggering beneath the weight it bore, and at length
sank down within a few paces of widow Hoff“ The girls will not be home now,” said man's cottage. For a moment Paul thought of widow Hoffman to her son, as she glanced at the wild legend which Lily had told him conthe clock, and then out of the snow-covered cerning the spirit of the wayside chapel, but it casement as well as she could into the darkness. was only for a moment—the next he had sprung “ I am glad that I thought of their staying at forward, and was kneeling beside the insensible S- You can go to bed, Eric dear!”
forms of Gertrude and her sister. The boy obeyed her, and was asleep in a We will not attempt to describe the scene that moment, but his mother could not rest; so she followed, or endeavour to explain, or add a opened her large clasped-bible and read, pausing single remark of our own to the above simple at intervals to listen to the whispering of the and truthful narrative; but content ourselves snow as it drifted against the window pane. with adopting and believing Gertrude's own
Paul Vanderpant, assured of the safety of his sweet creed, that nothing is impossible to God! beloved, went to bed thinking what a merry / The wedding of Paul Vanderpant and Gertrude walk they should have on the following day Hoffman took place in the early spring, and back from S , and how he would tease Lily Lily was sufficiently recovered to be her sister's for having ventured to doubt his word. About | bridesmaid. ten minutes afterwards he was suddenly aroused by some one knocking at the door, and distinctly heard the sweet voice of Gertrude, bidding him get up as quickly as possible, and toll the chapel beli.
OUR EARLY FRIENDS. Paul was soon dressed, and went forth wondering what should make Gertrude summon
BY A. * him; and above all, why they had ventured home on such a night. “Thank God that she Our early friends ! our early friends, is safe!” murmured he. “They must have Though absent-altered-dead, heard of the funeral at S , and she came What amid scenes of gloom and strife herself to tell me, that I might know she had Renews dim dreams of love and life returned in safety. Dear, thoughtful Gertrude! In hearts whence both have fled ? It is a wild night for a funeral, anyhow," added
The thought of our early friends! Paul, as he entered the little wayside chapel and
What bids the tear-drop moisten eyes began to toll the bell.
Which have not wept for years? It was above a year since the bell had been
What wafts us back to Life's young Spring heard before. Many started out of their sleep
E'er smiling hopes had taken wing at the sound of its melancholy voice, and mur And been replaced by fears? mured a hasty prayer; others slept on, and
The thought of our early friends! dreamt of it. The widow, as she sat all alone in her little chamber, shuddered with a strange When musing in a lonely home fear. Gertrude sprang up from the cold ground, Beside a silent hearth, where she had been nestling close beside her
What steeps our woes in Fancy's trance, sister, and where she would soon have slept
Bringing back many a kindly glance also, with a cry of joy. God had heard her
And silvery tone of mirth? prayers, and sent the voice of the wayside bell
The thought of our early friends! to guide her homeward through the snow; and
When toiling with a sinking heart she knew by the sound that it could not be very
Beneath a foreign sky, far off. The young girl felt endued with a
What fans the hope some may remain supernatural strength, and lifting up the slight To watch for us the changeful main, form of her sister in her arms—for she would To heave for us the sigh? have died with her rather than have left her
The thought of our early friends! behind-she tottered forwards in the direction from which the sound seemed to come. Now
When we have wander'd far astray, she diverged from the right path, and the voice
And sink in mute despair, of the bell came fainter and fainter; and then
What steals across the troubled soul,
Dispelling mists that o'er it roll again it tolled more and more loudly and dis
And darkness hovering there? tinctly, and just as she reached the edge of the
The thought of our early friends! wood, and caught a glimpse of the light still burning in her mother's cottage, it ceased al And when pale sickness heralds Death, together, as though it knew that its mission was When Earth's vain cares are o'er,
Are not our very sufferings sweet Having rang the accustomed time, Paul Van When, proved by them, we trust to meet derpant quitted the chapel, and proceeded home. The loved ones gone before, wards. The snow had ceased to fall, and he
In that land where friends change not! saw to his surprise, directly before him, a female Ramsgate, Jan. 24, 1848.
A GLANCE AT THE CAPE AND THE CAFFRES.
BY ALFRED ST. CYR.
(A Five Years Resident.)
Every traveller in distant climes looks back | native country. The thought of its being the with interest to bis first voyage. It matters not last glimpse did not make me sentimentally whether it were prosperous or otherwise; whether miserable, but the pitching of our ship in the he sailed in a first-rate Indiaman, or a third-rate Chops of the Channel made me anything but “regular trader;" whether his companions were bodily comfortable; so I “turned in" for three bores and blues in the former, or grog-drinking | days. sea-monsters in the latter; the voyage and its Oh, the delights of the first dinner at sea in reminiscences will interest him when many a beavy weather! Sitting down with your head brighter and pleasanter period of his life has still giddy and your appetite still delicate, and been forgotten. And as travellers and old having your first glass of wine upset into your women are notoriously garrulous, I must insist soup; your boiled chicken and parsley and on their ancient privilege, and talk a little about butter deposited on your “unmentionables," “ my first vogage."
and a bottle of Bass's pale ale poured down The “ Prince Rupert" emigrant ship, of four your back by the staggering steward. Worse hundred tons burthen, bound for New Zealand, still, to see the only dish you can fancy shot on with a hundred and twenty of Her Majesty's to the deck, and its flavour irretrievably damaged lieges on board, was as tough a ship and as dull by the admixture of dirt and coal-tar; and then a sailer as ever quitted England: the latter to watch the captain and the mate making fearful quality nearly caused our death by starvation, inroads on all the provisions, hob-nobbing over for no stock of provisions could last out one their wine, and looking as unconcerned as if an of her voyages; the former saved our lives in angle of forty-five were the natural position for shipwreck. Of that hereafter. She sailed from a gentleman's dining-table. For the first week Gravesend somewhere in the month of April, | I hated every man who was not sea-sick. 1841, with about thirty or forty cabin passengers Fine weather came at last, and our time was and double the number of free emigrants in the spent in looking out for ships, catching bonitos steerage. A more heterogeneous compound of and albicores, with an occasional shark; betcharacters was never assembled in so small a ting on the latitude and longitude, and quarrelcompass. There were government officers going ling with the captain: the latter occupation beout to the new capital, the very name and came rather troublesome, for he took a fancy position of which was yet unknown. There one day to declare that his passengers were in a were gentlemen farmers, who were innocent of state of mutiny because they asked for some any acquaintance with ploughing or sowing; more beer or wine. The ship was laid to, the merchants, intending to establish trading houses ensign hoisted upside down, the provisions to fill their own pockets, and do the “ Maoris;" | locked up, and the keys laid on the cabin table, young gentlemen, going to make their fortunes with an intimation that the passengers had better by some yet-to-be-discovered process, their sole help themselves; the men were called aft and possessions an outfit from Silver's, and a few harangued, and the captain retired to his cabin coins of the realm-some glass beads to tempt to load his pistols and wind up his chronometers. the natives, and letters of introduction to un- | After carrying on this farce for twenty-four fortunates like themselves. Then there were hours, during which we had nothing to eat but ladies, the wives and daughters of the three first sundry fancy biscuits from our own private classes I have mentioned, and a few children. stores, it was arranged that we should proceed Above all, there was the Captain, a commander to Bahia in Brazil (whither we were bound for in the navy, late of the coast-guard in Ireland, fresh provisions), and there discuss our differand knighted by the Lord Lieutenant for lending ences with the captain before Her Britannic him his boat on some trivial occasion: of him- | Majesty's consul. self and his title he had the highest opinion; On one of the loveliest evenings I have ever for his passengers the supremest contempt. I beheld we sailed into Bahia de todos los Santos.
We beat down Channel as far as Portsmouth, It was too late for the port authorities to come when we were obliged to put in and restow the off to us, and we were not allowed to land until cargo, for the ship was so “cranky" as to be we had received their visit. The situation of unfit for sea. A week was thus wasted while Tantalus, with his undying thirst in the midst we rambled about among the delights of the of water, could not have been worse than ours dock-yard and the victualling yard, and the cooped up in our detestable vessel, after eight other attractions of the place. It was the 15th weeks at sea, with all the delights and liberty of a of May when we caught the last glimpse of our beautiful shore within a few hundred yards of us, The sight which burst upon my vision on good-looking, and some of them remarkably reaching the deck next morning was magnificent handsome. I only had the opportunity of con beyond description. We were lying in a lovely versing with two or three; they were animated bay of immense extent. Before us St. Salvador, and agreeable, but their ideas not very enlarged. or (as it is more commonly termed) Bahia, rose Religious ceremonies occupy a great portion almost in the form of an amphitheatre—stately of the people's attention; and unwittingly look. palms overtopping the white houses, and giving ing on at chapel on one occasion, a sacred a thoroughly tropical appearance to the scene. candle, six feet long, was placed in the hands of Behind us was the Island of Taporica, a beautiful me-a heretic-and I had to parade part of the green spot in the neck of the bay; and beyond, town with it, in procession with twenty or thirty the opposite coast of Vera Cruz. Around us others, all bare-headed, following the priest with were ships of all nations, our own ensign con- | cross elevated. What we were doing I never spicuous in all directions; over the clear waters could discover, but at all events every one unof the bay many a light boat with its lateen sails covered and knelt to us as we passed. They skimmed gracefully along, while two or three have an absurd custom of firing off rockets in whale boats were in pursuit of a whale, which the middle of the day from the different churches was afterwards harpooned close under the stern on saints' days, which of course are nearly every of our ship.
day. The effect is ridiculous: you hear a whiz Innumerable boats from the shore were col- and a pop, and see a little smoke in the air; but lected near us, manned by negroes, South Ame- the stream of fire as the rocket mounts, and the rican natives, and Brazilians; some with fruit shower of sparks as it bursts, so pretty at night, and vegetables, and others to take passengers are utterly unseen in the broad sunlight of a on shore. None dared to approach us till the tropical day. port-captain had seen us and reported a clean With heavy hearts and a light breeze, we bill of health.
sailed from Bahia, intending to make our run After this ceremony we landed. On entering direct to New Zealand : we were never destined the lower part of the town much of its romance to reach it. After we had been a fortnight at seemed to fade, for it was dirty and ill-built; sea, it became evident “ to the meanest capacity" while the odours from its undrained streets, and that our stock of fresh provisions would not last the innumerable blacks who frequented them, out half the voyage, and it was consequently were anything but gratifying to our nostrils—| determined to put in at the Cape and get a fresh assailed even as they had been during the last supply. Brazilian sheep weigh about thirty eight weeks by the close atmosphere of a ship. pounds; at least ours did, and not liking the One of my fellow-passengers and myself hailed sea air, they were daily becoming two “cadeiras," and prepared for a start to the upper town and a breakfast. A cadeira is the “Small by degrees and beautifully less." Brazilian sedan; it resembles a common canebottomed arm-chair with a foot-board, and al In about six weeks we came in sight of the top like that of a French bed with curtains, Cape mountains. One day (the 4th of Septemwhich can be opened or closed at pleasure; and ber) the captain showed us Table Mountain, from this are two poles, one behind and the beneath which lies Cape Town, and announced other before, each of which rests on a negro's that we should reach Table Bay that evening. shoulder, and by means of which they carry you The Prince Rupert, however, was never in a along at a trot. My friend was of very capa hurry; night came on, and still we were not cious dimensions, and on the negroes trying to there. The lead was heaved every instant, and lift the cadeira in which he had taken his seat, the captain and mate seemed satisfied at length it broke down : another was procured, and we that we had reached the outer anchorage. The started.
anchor was let go, and the ship swung round The upper part of the town is much hand head to wind. In an instant the sound of somer and cleaner than the lower, though it has breakers was heard close to us, and in another but little beauty to boast of. We remained here moment we struck on the rocks: the shock was a fortnight. The weather was desperately warm, tremendous, and the terror it excited extreme. but clear and beautiful; the country around was The cable was slipped, and attempts made to superb, provisions very cheap, and fruit abun- / beat off the rocks, which ended in beating us dant. The negroes worshipped us wherever we further on to them. The affair was settled and went, because we were Englishmen, and coun- we were shipwrecked. We could only fire guns trymen of William Wilberforce, whose portrait of distress as we rolled about and thumped on I found hanging in the house of every negro the rocks with a violence that threatened soon who had obtained his liberty. The Portuguese to dash our ship to pieces. For four hours we or Brazilians looked at us with very different remained thus; but the news had reached Cape eyes, but they are such ill-looking animals that Town, and boats came to our assistance. It I should doubt whether they ever bear a pleasant was no easy matter for them to come alongside, aspect to any one. Not so the ladies, however, for the surf was tremendous. 'Unhappily, five who, when seen peeping from the curtains of a | lives were lost, amongst whom was a noble cadeira, or the half closed blinds of their houses, young fellow named Mereweather, the son of or still better, when kneeling at mass, with their Mr. Sergeant Mereweather. He was first mate black mantillas thrown back, appeared generally of an Indiaman lying off Cape Town : ofi
A Glance at the Cape and the Caffres.
hearing of the wreck he came instantly to our Rump, from the resemblance that it bears to a assistance, and lost his own life by the cap- lion “couchant.” On the left of Table Mounsizing of the boat while endeavouring to rescue tain is a lofty, pointed mountain called The us from destruction : he was deeply lamented Devil's Head. When a violent south-east wind by all who knew him. I was taken off in the ' is expected a white cloud appears gradually last boat which left the ship, passed that night forming itself over the top of Table Mountain, on board an Indiaman, and next day landed and this is termed “the devil laying his tablein Cape Town. Such were the events of my cloth.” These winds blow with immense fury; arrival at the Cape.
| but as they here blow off shore they do little Eight thousand miles from home-without harm to the shipping. friends, clothes, or money! Such was the very It is an amusement in Cape Town to ascend pleasant predicament in which I found myself; Table Mountain to see the sun rise. The ascent for I did not know a soul in Cape Town, my 1 is very tedious by a winding path cut or worn baggage was by this time
| up the side. Some friends of mine, full of the
climbing propensities which appear natural to “ In the deep, deep sea,"
an Englishman (especially a Cockney, who is
never more happy than after having made the and my letters of credit for New Zealand were perilous ascent of Primrose or Greenwich Hill), with it. A fellow passenger advised me to apply determined to make the excursion. Accordingly to a certain merchant whom he knew by name. | at two o'clock, a.m., we started, with coolies I did so. I told the gentleman I was desirous carrying all sorts of provisions, fire-wood, and of drawing a bill on my friends in England, cooking utensils. Oh dear, what hard work it and I asked him to cash it. I could shew him was! bad enough for the slim and active; but no authority enabling me to draw, and he knew think of my stout friend, whose ponderosity had nothing whatever of me or my connexions ; | broken down the cadeira in Bahia; to bim it moreover he was a Jew. Of course, reader, you was fearful-a month on the treadmill would feel that you have wit enough to anticipate the have been child's play compared to it in point result; and yet you are certainly wrong. The of the labour of " getting up stairs." We gentleman asked no more questions, cashed the reached the first cave, which affords a restingbill, and refused the interest. All honour to place. Now for a fire and something to eat and Israel!
drink. Have mercy on that beef, my dear fat Cape Town is rather pretty; at least it is neat, friend-recollect we shall be absent many an clean, and regular. Many of the houses have hour yet. Of again. Confound those coolies, trees in front of them, and all have a little ter- how fast they go! the fellows' sinews must be race, or stoep, as the Dutch call it, with a seat made of wire. Where's the next resting-place? at each end : here the family assembles on all | Higher yet. How the stones slip under one's the warm bright evenings to take coffee, chat feet; and fancy tumbling over! Hurrah! anoover the events of the day, and enjoy the cool ther cave. No, no, my dear fat friend, “point air. Perchance too, as one by one the family | de bæuf” this time. Take some of the eau-deretire into the house, some stray daughter of it vie if you like. Onwards again, or we shall be will linger behind with some favoured son too late. How very slowly the height above from a neighbouring dwelling, pacing arm-in-| seems to diminish. Patience, patience. The top arm up and down, looking sometimes at the is reached at last, and now for a glorious sight! stars and sometimes at each other's eyes. Ah, Why, there's the sun ever so much above the there are less agreeable things in life than flirta- horizon! Certainly; it had risen half-an-hour tion by moonlight on the stoep of a Cape Town | ago. And what see you below? Table Bay and house.
Cape Town? Not a bit of either, but a great Rondebosch is a village about four or five thick mist. Well, this is very pleasant. At all miles from Cape Town; it is exceedingly pretty events there is a harbour, and that is something. All the houses hare large gardens, well stocked Still we might have seen one in Cape Town. with fruit and flowers. Thither most of the Well, we will sit down, rest, take breakfast, and more wealthy merchants' families retire during hope that the mist will clear away. What is the summer, for it is considered very healthy, that behind us ? A great white cloud-"the and is less hot than Cape Town. Beyond Ron- devil's table-cloth,” by all that is fearful! Make debosch is another village equally pretty, called haste for your lives—there is but one way down Wynberg. In fact, all the country near Cape this precipitous mountain, and if you gain it not Town is pretty, and to my eye the town itself is before that cloud has spread over the side, the prettily situated, though I have heard many chances are that you will never find it at all, but complain of the scene as bleak, barren, and de in seeking for it lose your footing, and be dashed solate. Behind the town is Table Mountain, into eternity. Haste, haste! which seems to rise almost perpendicularly, Oh, my dear fat friend, how your little bolster and, as its name expresses, is flat at the top. legs did waddle then! The beef was forgotten; It is about twenty or thirty feet higher than eau de vie had fled from your thoughts, the Snowdon.
memory of past fatigues had faded; the love of On the right of the mountain is a hollow or the beautiful in nature, which had led you thither, pass, separating it froin another double-topped had died away, and there you were-a fat little mountain called the Lion's Head and the Lion's man running for his life; and you sayed it, 16 List thee,
And we reached Cape Town very tired, very THE CHILD IS FATHER TO THE MAN, hungry, very sleepy, and very ill-tempered. Another favourite excursion for strangers at
BY GEORGE J. O. ALLMAN. Cape Town is to visit the wine-farms at Constantia. I found it much pleasanter than climbing Table Mountain. My fat friend and another
Oh, Summer Bee, in a gig, and myself à cheval, we started off one
Pause in thy humming, lovely morning. There are but three farms,
Tell me situated on the side of a hill, where the grape
Is Winter coming ?” producing the beautiful Constantia wine grows. It has been tried in various other parts of the
Thus sang a child, with a soft, blue eye, colony, but without success. Even a mile from
And locks of a golden grace; the hill the same kind of wine cannot be pro
Oh, he was passing fair to see, duced. It is named after the wife of one of the
Fairer that most Mortality, former governors of the Cape; not, I trust, from
Though grief found vent in many a sigh, the lady's too great partiality for the beverage.
And the tears dripped down his face. The road to Constantia, through Rondebosch and Wynberg, is pretty for some distance. After He gazed around, as the Summer calm passing the latter village the scene becomes more Shed beauty over all ; barren, that is to say less wooded and cultivated, The lambent gunbeams kissed in play but barren is hardly a term to apply to land The swallow clouds so far away, covered with an innumerable variety of Cape
While the gentle wind, like a voice of balm, heaths in full bloom, aloes, wild stocks, and a
With a deepened bush did fall. thousand other delicate and lovely plants, making
But the Child joyed not in the Summer air, a natural carpet more beautiful tha is all the corn
Rife with the sounds of human glee: fields or flower gardens of civilization. And then
Ah me! was Infancy so sad those pretty birds-what plumage, what forms ! That never a glimpse of joy it had ? but alas, they only chirp ; not a song is ever For his heart awoke no echo there heard in the recesses of a Cape wood.
As with low, sad voice sang heThey are very hospitable people those Constantia wine farmers, and excellent establish
“ List thee, ments they keep ; their houses are furnished in the
Oh, Summer Bee, best style, their flower-gardens in the best order,
Pause in thy humming,
Tell me their vineyards neat and prime, their storehouses
In minstrelsy, large, clean, and well stocked; and their wine
Is Winter coming ?" no, I cannot describe it: there is something so exquisitely delicate in the flavour of the true They had told him once, that Orphan child, and pure Constantia wine that it “ beggars de When his mother's hour drew nigh, scription.” Certainly we tried every variety of And her weary spirit took its flight it at all three farms, which was rather venture Mid the gloom and cold of a Winter's night, some on our parte especially, as we had to ride In an hour like that, in darkness wild, back fourteen miles on horseback. But then,
He would be called-to die. who could resist the fascinations of the wine,
With a look of wonder, doubt, and pain, the scene, and the hosts?
He gazed on them and smiled ; Simon's Bay, where the men-of-war lie, is
" TO DIE !" what meant they-but his mind situated twenty-one miles from Cape Town. It
No apt solution then could find, is not worth visiting, and the road is heavy and Though the words recurred again, again, uninteresting. The only curiosity is the half For ever, to that Child. way house; the landlord is a character, and writes up on his signboard
The Hours wore on, and a Winter came,
And with quiet joy, no fear,
He waited the promised time, when he
Should sit once more on his mother's knee.
But though it passed o'er his slender frame, Coaches, chaises, horses, harness."
Death's Angel came not near.
It is rather boastful certainly; nor does the house look as if it could afford all its signboard proclaims. Still you may get a very fair dinner; and a chat with the landlord, Farmer Peck, is worth something.
The Spring put forth her shoots again,
And set the flowers free,
O'er garden and mead burnt aridly;
Ever that child sang he
“ List thee,
Oh, Summer Bee,