With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, Mrs. Hemans. A NIGHT ON THE ORINOCO. 4 1 Peaceful narrative. 2 Alarm and fear. Great fear. Unpleasant feeling in the tone. 5 Recovering cheerfulness and confidence. Humorous tone. Plain narrative. Contrast of gaiety and gravity. 7 THE night was calm and serene, and a beautiful moon shed a radiance over the scene. The crocodiles lay extended on the sand; in such a position that they could watch our fire, from which they never turned aside their eyes. Its dazzling evidently attracted them, as it does fish, crabs, and the other inhabitants of the waters. Finding no tree upon the shore, we sank the end of our oars into the sand, in order to form poles for our tents. Every thing remained quiet till eleven at night, when suddenly there arose, in the neighbouring forest, a noise so frightful that it became impossible to shut our eyes. Amidst the voice of so many savage animals, which all roared at once, our Indians could only distinguish the howling of the jaguar, the yell of the tiger, the roar of the cougar, or American lion, and the screams of some birds of prey. 3 When the jaguars approached near to the edge of the forest, our dogs, which to that moment had never ceased to bark, suddenly housed; and, crouching, sought refuge under the shelter of our hammocks. * Sometimes, after an interval of silence, the growl of the tiger was heard from the of the trees, followed immediately by the cries of the monkeys in their branches, which fled the danger by which they were menaced. 5 top These nocturnal scenes on the Orinoco were repeated for months together, at every place where the forest approached the edge of the river. Despite the evident danger by which one is surrounded, the security which the Indian feels comes to communicate itself to your mind; you become persuaded with him, that all the tigers fear the light of fire, and will not attack a man when lying in his hammock. In truth, the instances of attacks on persons in hammocks are extremely rare; and during a long residence in South America, I can only call to mind one instance of a Llanero, who was found torn in pieces in his hammock opposite the island of Uhagua. 71 "When one asks the Indians what is the cause of this tremendous noise, which at a certain hour of the night the animals of the forest make, they answer gaily, "They are saluting the full moon." suspect the cause in general is some quarrel or combat which has arisen in the interior of the forest. The jaguars, for example, pursue the pecaris and tapirs, which, having no means of defence but their numbers, fly in dense bodies, and press, in all the agony of terror, through the thickets which lie in their way. Terrified at this strife, and the crashing of boughs or rustling of thickets which they hear beneath them, the monkeys on the highest branches set up discordant cries of terror on every side. The din soon wakens the parrots and other birds which fill the woods, they instantly scream in the most violent way, and erelong the whole forest is in an uproar. We soon found that it is not so much during a full moon, as on the approach of a whirlwind or a storm, that this frightful concert arises among the wild beasts. "May heaven give us a peaceable night and rest, like other mortals!" was the exclamation of the monk who had accompanied us from the Rio Negro, as he lay down to repose in our bivouac. It is a singular circumstance to be reduced to such a petition in the midst of the solitude of the woods. In the hotels of Spain, the traveller fears the sound of the guitar from the neighbouring apartment: in the bivouacs of the Orinoco, which are spread on the open sand, or under the shade of a single tree, what you have to dread is, the infernal cries which issue from the adjoining forest.-Humboldt. PEACE AND WAR. 'Beautiful description of peace: tones soft and musical, and instinct with admiration. 2 A fearful contrast: the voice assuming a gloomy and awful tone, increasing in breadth and solemnity to the word shroud. 3 Humiliating reflection: melancholy tone. Mournful description of carnage. 1 How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, A metaphor of peace;-all form a scene 2 Ah! whence yon glare Comes shuddering on the blast, or the faint moan, With which some soul bursts from the frame of clay Wrapt round its struggling powers. The grey morn Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous smoke Before the icy wind slow rolls away, And the bright beams of frosty morning dance Along the spangling snow. There tracts of blood Even to the forest's depth, and scattered arms, And lifeless warriors, whose hard lineaments Death's self could change not, mark the dreadful path Black ashes note where their proud city stood. Each tree which guards its darkness from the day 8 Percy Bysshe Shelley. MAZEPPA'S PUNISHMENT. 1Imperative tone. 2 Plain narrative; tone full of vivacity. 3 Anger. 4 Tone of weariness and exhaustion. 5 Anger. 6 Scorn and hatred. "Unslaked revenge. Vivacious, but unpleasant description. A gleam of hope. 10 Bitter disappointment and grief. "Grief. 12 A fearful description of the hungry and ferocious pursuers. 13 Fearlessness and hate. 11 Fear, 15 getting into a tone of confidence and security. 16 Tone of exhaustion and delirium. "BRING forth the horse!"-" the horse was brought; A Tartar of the Ukraine breed, Who look'd as though the speed of thought Were in his limbs; but he was wild, Wild as the wild deer, and untaught. With spur and bridle undefil'd "Twas but a day he had been caught; 3 They bound me on, that menial throng, 4 Away!-away!-My breath was gone, 'Twas scarcely yet the break of day, 5 Was the wild shout of savage laughter, The thunder of my courser's speed, "It vexes me-for I would fain 8 Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, At times I almost thought, indeed, 11 Meantime my cords were wet with gore, Which, oozing through my limbs, ran o'er; And in A my tongue the thirst became We near'd the wild wood-'twas so wide, "Twas studded with old sturdy trees, |