The morning call., 1893-05-28

cor iuI ed up my spells OF savage enchantment,
my blessed Islands, my reefs baptized win
silver spray. | saw the broad fan-eaves of the
bauana droop In The motionless air and through
the ropical night the palms aspired heavrn-
ward while lay dreaming my sea-dream in The
cradle of the deep"
One can amest feel the marvellous lullaby;
and The spell of the pcture-words falls like
balm as one enters this south-sea island fairy
land.
And Kana-Ana! Who does not remember the
quaint love between the little brown child OF
nature and this favorite, snoil q child OF the
Muses.? Who does not remember how they eX-
changed visits and heaped boDors, each upon
the other, but how The differences of environ
mem proved too strong for even the great love
of these original successors of David and
Jonathan. this oddly assorted Damon and
Pytlias combination?
Yet he wept over his lost friend:
Dear little marfyrl Was he not the only
boy ev r truly loved-dead now In his bios
somiDg prime?
Ing OF you down by the sea. and We wept for
YOU at last, for the tears came by and by when
l BEGAN to realize The greatness or my oSs All
your youth and beauty and freshness IN de-
struction and your BODY swallowed up In the
graves of the sea!
1t was his susceptible nature that had come
In contact with the great world aud received lis
death blow.
Then 1 looked for the last time upon that
falnt and cloudy picture, and seemed almost TO
see the spirit of the departed btcknDing TO me
with waving arms and imnloring looks, and |
longed for him with The old lnngIng that VIII
never r. lea-e me from my willing bondage. L
blessed him in his new life. and IeJoiced with
exceeding great joy that he was freed al last
from thr tyranny of life-releaSed from the un-
soivable riddles OF the ages The night wind
was lad n with music and sweet win the doors
OF ginger aud caSSIa. The Spune OF The reef
was pail hs the milk of the cocoanut. and ne
blazing embers on sh0r- gloWed ike old sacri-
hcIal fires.
But this minor chord is but one in the won
drous south-sea lullaby.
There are the brightly lmned, vivid pictures
OF the "Fete Day al Tahiti" Joe of Iahaina."
''The Night Dancers OF Waipio," Pearl Hunt
ing in the Pomntous" "The Last of the Great
Navigator" "a Canoe Cruise In the Coral
Sea-" under Glass Roof" "My South Sea
Show" "The House of the SUM-" The Chapel
of the Palms" "Kahele," Love Life in La
nal" in TRANSPORT aud "a Prodigal in
| Tahitf' are among the other precious gems In
this aluring casket.
They are all pearls TO prize, magic stones Of
unfathomable lu.ter to dream over, TO use 10
awaken The gentle joyous music of wholesome
reverie and happy, vIgo Gus contest.
The entire little volume Is the perfection of
! the "lom-lomi,'' so picturesquely described In
one OF these very idyls by the author. Here Is
the passage:
| The crowning luxury of savage life is the
muitiiudiuuus bondsman who anticipates your
every wish and makes you blush at your own
poverty Of invention by his suggestion of un-
| imagined joys. Mats-broad, sweet and clean -
| lay under iooI, and served our purpose better
| than Persian carpets. The sea itself faWued
al our feet, and all The air was shining ana
soft as though the moon had dissolved III an
| eestacy and nothing but a snap of cold weather
! could CONCEAL her again. Wherever we lay
| pillows were mysteriOusly slipped under our
heads, and ihe wilIngest band, In the world
! began an involuntary performance OF the lom-
| lomi.
| Let me not think of the lomi-lomi for there
is none OF it within reach; but L may say of it
| that before the skillfu and magnetic bands of
| the manipulation are folded every nerve in the
body is seized with an intense little spasm Of
| recognition, and dies happy. dreamess
| sleep succeeds, and this is followed by an
awakening into new life, full of proud pOssi-
| DilitieS.