New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-10-11

the little canniba 70 his new restraints. lie several
times started on his daily pilgrimage without his
hat once twice, TO save time, put on his coat
next his skim and it hard enough work TO
restrain him from plungng into the first water nc
came to. Civilization did MT agree with him. He
grew silent. and melancholy. Learning to swear
did MT help hm-the circus failed to revive him-the
missionary undertaking seemed to be not quite a
success. 1t was found necessary to the peace OF
mind of the sweet young cannibal that he should be
sent back again to his South Sea home. Meantime,
he had made an idol for himself of a painted wooden
Indian, at the door of tobacconists shop and no
doubt he thought it was in answer to the prayers he
offered daily, before this queer shrine of his, that no
finally to be let loose from the letters OF ciyll
zaton and conveyed back again to the fair and free
delights Of savagery. But he longed passionately
to take his friend with him, and went away, at last
leaving half his foolish, savage heart behind him.
Civilization had borne too heavily on the poor,
little pagan but it had spoiled him, nevertheless,
for the old life. There is canker of discomfort
which goads us CaucaSians on to progress; and the
poor savage had unconsciously breathed it ill., When
he got back to the idle shore whereon it seemed
always afternoon" he was not at rest there. The
great stars gttered over him, the SOFT white foam
wreathes kissed the purple shores, the oranges
ripened gOldenly in the sunshine, and the bananas
dropped toward him their tempting sweetness; but
something was wanting. When our racOnteur Wis
tied the familiar island again. he found not his saw
age darling, but little, cold, dead, brown body,
over which the mourners were weeping wildly. lie
had been full of exhilaraton when he first reached
hOme but soon it wore Off
Then came tho reaction A restlessness; underlined,
unsats6ed longing. Life became a burton. The seed
OF dissension had fallen in fresh and faow soil 1t was
souvenir OF his soiourn among us He the chlld OF
life of the world or die unsatshed: Tor he could not
return TO his original sphere OF trust aud contentment
He had learned to doubt all things as naturally as any
For days he moaned in spirit and troubled moth
ing cOnsOled him his soul was broken OF ts rest nc
/ believe he was distracted with the problem OF
society aud cannot wonder at It. One day when bls
condition had become no longer endurablc, ne stole on
to sea in his canoe thinking perhaps, that he could
reach tlis continent. some Otner possibly hoping
again 10 human faces for he could not trust
them.
II was his hcrolc exit from life that longer inter
ested him. Great the astOnment OF the Islanders,
who looked upon HIM as one possessed OF tho Eyll
bar the gods inexonble; and after several days
upon the solitary sea. shadow, mote dried toward
yoyager that was presently tossed aud broken ia the
surges; then dark body gistened for moment, wet
with spray, and SANK forever, whllc the SHINING coral
reef was stained with the blood Of the hrst-born.
Indeed Mr.. Stoddards endeavors at ciyiiizing the
heather in his blindness seem always TO have been
rather fatal to the heather One of the most thor
oughy charming chapters in the book is My South
Sea Show" The show consisted of three small pa
gans-but Won shall read the advertisement
JENKINS Hall; ,.c,,ox,
ron ONE MONT ONLY
HOKY AND POI[Y.
A 'ocTnsEA s,slEs yaos TIE ASc'rST RIVERS or
KABALAKUn,
Tbs woSBRRPUL BOT
ZEBRA.
c'ssD % ysR1 EDF N 6 Py5 g,
eurstau d
observe s, ,atsy Low de a ee, l n his blindness
~ These are The Sn "s 4 Sea's 5 .s m d '
their str,ni.
ADMISSION CHILDREN HALF PRICE
In this instance the wonderful boy Zebra" was
the victim of civilization. One of his entertainers
undertook to pray with him, aud the poor little
savage beset by superstition as antique as Mount
Ararat believed that she was praying him to death
Like true fatalist of the East, he gave up hope.
What was the use of trying to hive, when she had
invoked against him her gods SO he faded away,
ike bright-hued cloud of the sunset lie persisted
that he wanted to be an ANGEL suppose BE thought
that was the proper desire for a reformed cannIbal
TO die with. In vain his friend promised to take
him home TO his kingdom.
Alas it was too late IL want to be on angel" ret
Grated my Zebra, his thin face Frightening WIN an
uucarthy light; " 10 be angel whispered mat iant
and failing voice. while his humid eyes glowea Ike twin
moons sinking In the far mystical horizon or te new
life he about TO enter upon Struggled WIN hiin
no longer j bowed down by his pillow, and pressed
the shadowy form Of my once beautiful Zebra Wei,
be an angel little prince" said |; be anything you
please now for / have done my best to save you, ana
failed utterly"
Probably not word in the book is true-save
that the descriptions, wonderful in their richness
and beauty, must be the work Of one who has
breathed the balm OF that soft, Southern air. and
gathered the creamy bananas on the spot-but L
defy you to read it without believing every word
of it. and being yourself half tempted to seek the
seductive ease of that tar shore where the warm
sea waves battle the shining beach, and the cocoa
palms culver the intense fires Of The tropical day
L. c.. NJ.
P.S.-The Jersey City Herald Editor is afraid
will praise hm--l wont.
LITER1RY NOTES.