“The morning watch was come; the vessel lay

Her course, and gently made her liquid way;
The cloven billow flashed from off her prow
In furrows forined, by that majestic plough.

*Huzza for Otaheite!' was the cry.
The gentle island and the genial soil,
The friendly hearts, the feasts without a toil,
The courteous manners, but from nature caught,
The wealth unhoarded, and the love unbought.

The soil where every cottage showed a home,
The sea-spread net, the lightly launched canoe,
Which stemmed the studded archipelago
O'er whose blue bosom rose the starry isles.
And sweetly now, those untaught melodies
Broke the luxurious silence of the skies,
The sweet siesta of a summer day,
The tropic afternoon of Toobonai,
When every flower was bloom, and air was balm,
And the first breath began to stir the palm.”

- The Island : LORD BYRON,

To carry
trishm 9 tim many
happy rerurus

ap the day. C. Boyd.

hougth 1894

NO

A LADY’S CRUISE

IN A

FRENCH MAN-OF-WAR

BY

C. F. GORDON CUMMING

AUTHOR OF 'AT HOME IN FIJI,' FROM THE HEBRIDES TO

THE HIMALAYAS, ETC.

NEW EDITION, COMPLETE IN ONE VOLUME

WITH MAP AND ILLUSTRATIONS

WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS
EDINBURGH AND LONDON

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