Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-10-24
THE GOVERNORS DAUGHTER.

longer time than 1t usually taxes 10
come from Rio Janeiro to any port of
France. How gladly We hailed the
ending of the voyage and Cur near ap-
proach to land Thus far, until to-day,
nothing had appeared in sight, and when
the welcome sound of Gland ahead !"
fell upon our ears, with one bound, and
moved, as it were, by an electric cur
rent, every passenger in the ship, for
getting his occupation, stood upon the
deck to greet mother earth again. Only
they can tell who have looked on sea
and sky until the days become weeks
and months how good it is to meet the
land, and in the meeting leave behind
the monotony that in long sea voyages
falls down upon the ship ike pail.
We entered the harbor of Horta, chief
city Of Fayal, one of the Azores. No
time was lost in getting ashore. Every
one sought out his best suit. From the
hold of the ship great trunks were
yielded up, and silks and diamonds and
costly costumes, long unused, were
eagerly brought into requisition. At
last we were ready, and soon cur feet
touched the long-desired land.
Horta as q harbor IS scarcely worth
describing. Lying idly, swinging on
the waters, were few fishing smacks
the hulk of an old American ship told a
story of wreck and disaster, while a
small Danish brig, lately come in for
supply Of fresh water, said plainly
enough IN its loneliness that few vessels
entered this solitary harbor. and then
only when they could not help it, as in
the case of the India merchantmen COM
ing hither for q renewal of provisions
and some fresh meat. The town itself
locked as dreary and as lonesome as the
harbor. Here and there a group of men
might be seen talking, laughing and
testing with one other, but evidently,
rs far as occur ,tiOn was concerned.
practically uner tployed. Some lay on
the wharves, inQolent rs the lazzaroni of
Naples, while others again went up and
down the narrow streets, needless Of
purpose and caring little, to all appear
ance, how soon the day might end A
few old women, In long blue cloaks and
heavy hoods, were in the streets, and
some barefooted sisters from a neigh
boring convent made up the picture
presented for our inspection on our ar
rival in Horta. To account for the
small number of persons we encountered
is not difficult, since the people OF these
islands seldom come out i'll the daytime,
leaving until the cool evening the en-
joyment of their recreation and what
business transactions they contemplate.
The news Of our coming, however,
soon spread, and curious faces of more
curious people were to be seen at every
corner, eagerly eying the lately-arrived
strangers Nor were the natives IN
friendly in their manifestations in their
professions even, citizenship. The Gov
ernOr OF the islandsent some of his slaves
to offe1 Us baskets of oranges and other
tropical fruits. This kindness we inter
preted as a good omen, reminding us, as
it did, of the hospitality Of Guacaug ga
gari to Columbus on his arrival at ST.
Salvador. Calling upon the friendly
and klnd-hearted stranger, we returned
our very sincere thanks, and were in
turn received with most generous and
polite attention.
The Governors name was Fernandez
Correjo. A Brazilian by birth, he had
been long time at the court of Lisbon,
where by his intelligence and breadth of
view he had become distinguished, en-
dearing himself to all the court and
making hosts of friends. He soon &C
quired place and power, and was named
Governor of Fayal in token of his many
services and the esteem in which he was
held by the Government of Donna
Maria. The Governor invited the ships
company to grand banquet. Nothing
was left undone to make our soiourn
pleasant as possible. Our host enter
tanned us with princely courtesy; varie-
ty of dishes We'd with the excellence of
their preparation, while the best wine
that Spain can boast crowned repast
truly royal in all its service. We thanked
our stars for coming to that island.
Fernandez Correjo had three daughters.
One of them, the Oldest, was of dazzling
beauty. She was just Is, with a perfect
figure and dark, piercing eyes. The ex-
preston of her face bore an inexpressi-
BILE charm. Her hair fell in long ring
lets, outshining in brilliancy the ravens
wing.
A rumor was current in the island that
this young lady was shortly to marry a
rich American, who had taEen up his
abode at Horta. Her youthful heart,
however, had never yet experienced that
strange sentiment called love, and never
yet had the magic words, 81 love thee"
passed her ruby lips. Innocent and
pure, this young girl knew not how
strewn with thorns is life's weary path !;
how bloom the roses, fresh in their fra
GRANGE, yet hiding the sting. Careless
of tomorrow was she, needless of strife !;
SO far she had only read gilded book,
turned a golden page. Alas, poor child |
dream on thy dream of peace. In few
days thou shalt awake to misery, if not
to despair. When the repast was over
Donna Leonia (this was the lady's name)
sat down at the piano, and in moment
our hearts were entranced by the most
exquisite tones have ever heard evoked
from that instrument imagined that
was again at home. Visions OF my
native country came a 'will-the old
homestead, my mothers face, my play
mates of younger years, my sisters
voice, my brothers friendly call-all, all
came up before me, and once more,
though so far removed, was in France
again. Illusion of an hourl was and
would yet be long separated from all my
friends, and little did I know, as music
woye its charms about me, how much
happiness, how much wretchedness, still
awaited me in the island. At last our