LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, t — : Shelf,<2_lJ?£ UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. POEMS FOR THE YOUNG, Who have outgrown " The great academic, The mother s knee." BY MRS. ALICE M. COOK. ' BOSTON : RAND AVERY COMPANY, PRINTERS. i Copyright, 1888, By MRS. ALICE M. COOK. All rights reserved. DEDICATION £o (Jttg Hgoun^ (Keabers. Sweet uncrowned lives of roseate hue, Keep pure the heart, wbate'er you do ; Take loving sceptre and ideal crown, Nor abdicate the throne at Fortune's frown. Let honor, as a holy dower, "Bless each fair life with noble power. CONTENTS. PAGE A Tribute to Whittier x Alphabetical Improvements 3 A Glimpse of Germany I2 The Silent Bell-e l8 The May Queen's Response 22 A Winter Morning 2 3 What's in a Name? 26 Simeon Dodds, Carpenter 3 2 Aurora Borealis and the North Land 35 A Visit to the Isle of Java 38 St. Cecilia's Song to the Angels 53 Little Children 57 The Devonere Manor 59 A Poem for Easter 6 9 Memories that cluster around Jamestown, Va 71 The Arbutus 77 Lines on an Accident 79 Lines to an Infant 81 Manners and Customs of the Puritans 82 When they~went Summering 88 8 Contents. I'AGE The Blessings of Life 95 A Trip to the Azores 96 A Medley of Nonsense 106 Home Life of the Owl no The Brooklet 116 The Formation of the World 119 Charley, come 'cross the Ocean to Me j 27 Spring 130 Minerva's Friends 133 Lost or Missing, a Boy Sixteen 137 The Water-Lily 144 Her Dear Foe 148 A Morning on the Fells of Scotland 158 A Free Ride 161 POEMS FOR THE YOUNG. A TRIBUTE TO WHITTIER. O best-beloved poet of our time, How pure your lofty thought expressed in rhyme How grateful to a people of this country dear Are all your words of blessing and good cheer ! Life full of great events, with years complete, In future time ne'er able to repeat ; For all our science, art, and literature Is colored by your influence high and pure. » To none do we all owe more than to you ; Faith in humanity, to high purpose true, Fidelity to friends, and trust in God, Bring to this people good, and only good. 2 Poems for the Young. To right devoted, and when years declined, Inspired your genius and controlled your mind ; Accept congratulations on such bright career, And, deeply grateful, we your name revere. Your thoughts enjoyed by all who may have read, — Of many others it could not be said, — In prose or verse, to them it matters not, Highly esteemed, the one true autocrat. And proved their love by tactile testimonial, — A book entitled the " Whittier Memorial." 1 May you be happy in your backward look, Enjoy supremely your Memorial Book ! Your words of honor, with the love of truth, A life-long model for age or youth ; Lover of children, and by them beloved, By all lips praised, and thus it has been proved. Lover of race, without regard to color, Your pen was strong to win all people over ; Your life proves you a paladin of peace, Live long with old friends dear before release. 1 A town in Southern California (of Quakers) named for Whittier, sent him a book bound in white and gold as a tribute, called the Memorial Book. ALPHABETICAL IMPROVEMENTS. I have tried to gather a few ideas about alphabets of ancient times, only taking in a few of the most renowned, — Aryan, Sanskrit, Greek, Roman, — and a few of the forms of hieroglyphics, thus tra- cing them to ours, — the English alphabet. Ancient alphabets were generally merged from one to another, while handed from one tribe to another, being characteristic of the province in which the tribe resided. An English sea-captain, having a coat very much worn, when he was about to return home, thought to have one made in China before returning. He was afraid they would make it with wide sleeves, like their own, so said, " Make the sleeves just like the old ones left here." The Chinese tailor did, literally cutting and fraying the sleeves, so as to make them the counterpart of the old. I wrote of Helen of Troy, to show the natural descent of the alphabet from Greek to Latin, then after a time to English. Helen of Troy renown, rather than of birth, as she was of Greek origin, stolen by the emissaries of Paris, son of Priam, from her husband, Menelaus, who obtained the assistance of the Greek princes to help him in recapturing her, which caused a ten years' war, and the destruction of the Greek Empire. One eminent survivor, /Eneas by name, removed to Italy, founded the great Roman Empire. After him, his two sons, Romulus and Remus, established the seat of 4 Poems for the Young. government at the city of Rome, which means strength. The nation became depraved. While their army was up on the northern border near Scotland, the city was taken and destroyed by southern barbarian tribes. The ancients must have knowledge gained, From long preserved Sanskrit, Written on wall of tomb and hall, Soon exhumed from its crypt. This method they did soon exchange For parchment used as books, With cornered wedge and symbol strange And characters like hooks. We're apt to form a nice conceit That we have gained precedence, In every thing that's worth our while, O'er ancient antecedents. Their alphabet's original, Ours, improved and inspected ; And now ours seems the better plan, — 'Tis only theirs perfected. Alphabetical Improvements. Come back, ye ancient spirits, come! From your long home arise ; Put on a realistic form, Visible to mortal eyes. Tell us about Greece and Rome, And older ruined cities ; Why from their zenith they went down, — Lost arts, power, and belle-lettres. Why Chinese cities never came To ruin like the others ; Why they should have more ancient fame, Arts, government, and records. We look: three dusky forms appear, — Shem, Japheth, their brother Ham ; For they were sons of Noah, And all without surname. One wrote in arrow-head and wedge ; One chosen to expound ; Sat in Accadian custom all, In a circle on the ground. Poems for the Young. Said Ham, " I will go westward ; " So he to Egypt went. To the Himalaya Mountains The steps of Japheth bent. And Shem went to Assyria, Left his elder son at home. The place was called Arabia ; From these all races come. Why differ in complexion, Some dark, and others fair? 'Twas the Himalayan climate, The altitude and air. At one time Chinamen would greet No outer nation ever, Even Northern Turanian, Their ancestor and neighbor. Their works and interests all revolved Around one common centre ; They cared riot about North or South, Their ports no one could enter. Alphabetical Improvements. In cunning imitation, We own they are complete ; To make a new coat like the old They every hole repeat. They write in hieroglyphics, Cling to their ancient notion, On jar and pan, on chest and fan, Send them across the ocean. A door and ear mean listening, A mouth and bird for song, A bivalve, meaning friendship, Unbroken would last long. We hope they are progressing From their benighted ways, For they are now digressing From their close communing laws. Now Greeks and Romans were inclined To greet all nations freely, To vie in sculpture, works of art, And not ideas merely. 8 Poems for the Young. The wily herald of exchange Saw Helen, fair and sweet ; Straightway with others did arrange To steal her from retreat. One wrote in Grecian characters, Expressed imperative, " Bring Helen back at once," he wrote ; "That is, if you care to live." We know that this was just the thing Which caused them all their troubles ; Small agitations larger bring, Bursts governments like bubbles. 'Twas an especially base action, Roused towering hate and rage, Greeks upon fair Troy at once A ten years' war did wage. At cost of life and treasure, And repelled not by defeat, By some strategic measure Restored at last to her retreat. Alphabetical Improvements. 9 We look again: a form we see, — Such noble, strong physique ! Tall, fair, and well-proportioned. He said, " I am a Greek." He held a writing in his hand, To read must need a sage, It looked as if a lightning flash Had twinkled o'er the page. He said when Greece was ruined, — He spoke in deep, slow measure, For he was then commander slain, — "They did preserve one treasure." We look: 'tis the Greek alphabet, From Alpha to Omega ; "We call it arrow-head improved, For such things we are eager." He turned and sadly moved away, Our speech had hurt him sore ; Penitently we bade him stay, Retired, wounded once more. i o Poems for the Young. A distinguished Greek survivor — One /Eneas by name — Founded the vast Roman Empire, Of great historic fame. The Roman nation was depraved, Had more than common share, Thought they were all-powerful ; It proved to them a snare. So Rome in all her splendor From her seven hills is hurled. Destroyed her throne of beauty, Her power to rule the world. The ancient alphabets, we're told, Were by many nations merged From Aryan to common Latin, Whose border the English verged. Away with hieroglyphics, With arrow-head and wedge ; For all such blind, benighted things Are far behind our .a^e. Alphabetical Improvements. 1 1 Give us the English alphabet, Rich lore with it connected, By them improved we'll be content, And more — we'll be respected. A GLIMPSE OF GERMANY. This is the realm of necromancy, In wildest random revel the fancy; Roaming the banks of the Rhine swiftly flowing, O'er the mountains and valleys its music echoing. We're strolling o'er fragrant wooded mountains, and then Through flower-starred valleys, by brooklet and glen ; Hover o'er cliffs, climb a steep ascent, Gazing- far to the river with its silver current. The sun sinks to rest, but bids us farewell In greatest glory, where the opal hues fell ; Where is nature more lovely? the valley is gold, And sweet harp-tones come from the ruins, we're told. These ruins remind of the old feudal lords, The robber bandit, or the Roman bards ; Near the ruined castle or wooded hillside, Napoleon's soldiers, his power and pride. A Glimpse of Germany. 13 Ascending this hillside, a charming view Is spread; each spot tells a story new, From the light-green water shining below, To the steep river-banks, where the grape-vines grow. To deck the river with the trailing vine Seems a great delight to the men of the Rhine ; They make them grow by long cultivation, At dizzy heights of great elevation. 'Bove hill and rocks, like a golden crown, The shining wheat-fields are smiling down. Just here, above Bingen, the scene is rich, The " National Statue " is the finishing touch. 'Tis seen for miles, gleams in sculpture rare, High on her throne, with flowing hair, Her head and arm thrown up in defiance, A model of beauty and self-reliance. This statue is thirty-three feet in height, Stands boldly erect, as conscious might. One, fixing the hand, to our surprise Went inside the arm, so we judge of its size. 1 4 Poems for the Young. Then along the road are shrines and niches Cut in the rock for waxen images ; Around them fresh flowers in plat or wreath ; There kneels the peasant, a prayer to breathe. To be a German means a paper-mill, And to greet each friend with free good-will In the form of wine, or a sip of beer, — A sip is a pint, and drank with cheer, — Or to have music, or thriving vineyards. In careless pleasure they enjoy the bards ; They labor enough for the pay they receive, Then away to beer gardens at early eve. We must go too, for we catch their spirit, Celestial realm need fear no bandit ; 'Tis brilliant with lights, music, and flowers, Romantic paths lead to fairy bowers. For they are a social, phantasmal class, Allow no chance fancy a glen to pass Without soon bestowing some fitting name, From its characteristics of legend fame. A Glimpse of Germany. 15 Now Bingen fades as we pass along, Its gardens, houses, and vineyards among ; We wonder in which Bishop Hatto lived, Why after the famine he had not thrived. Then he felt the curse of the starving people, So climbed to top of " Mouse -Tower " steeple; But was not -secure from the scourge of mice, W T as devoured, — their curse took this form of device. The " Mouse -Tower " stands in the midst of the stream, A charming spot, fair as a dream ; The steep banks rising nearly upright, Where this ideal river sweeps by this height. Here the seven heartless virgins were turned to stone, And solemnly stand, all others to warn ; Here legend, beauty, and romance combine To impress on the memory the scenes on the Rhine. Some fairy wand transports us north-east To the river Elbe, for a tourist's feast. The views of the Rhine seem almost repeated, For romance, beauty, and charm completed. i6 Poems for the Young. Six hundred feet 'bove this river in height The dripping water with winds unite In sadness, through sunless clefts to sigh, And murmur o'er towering pinnacles nigh. By a strong stone bridge these pinnacles spanned, Exhilarating beauty, o'er all the land, From this great height, now opens to view, In charming contrast, scenes ever new. Music in the air, at the water-cure near, The guests take the cool chalybeate here ; While the band freely plays at early morn, For they are a race to the mystic born. Next comes in order the great waterfall, 1 Which proves a surprise to tourists all; At first 'tis a gentle, trickling stream ; But hold! how it dashes, now, like a dream, A German above turns on the machinery, So 'tis not nature, only chicanery : All enjoy the fun of this absurdity, More than if falling in natural purity. ' The great waterfall referred to is near Shandon - called gross wasserfall- on the River Elbe. A Glimpse of Germany. 17 A greeting to the German romantic and social, Warm-hearted, impulsive, superstitious, devotional, And to their country sublimely beautiful, — May peace reign over this realm delightful. THE SILENT BELL-E. There lived in Provincia a very silent maiden ; She had no serious sorrow her early life to sadden ; But still she rarely smiled, and still more rarely spoke, From morn till dewy eve the hush was scarcely broke. Silent was she. But she was fair to see, — a pale face framed in gold, And each tress had a wilful way to silken light unfold ; Her form was very fair, that also clothed with silk, For her father's pocket-book was very plethoric. So fair to see. When young men met at corners, informal " How-d- do? Shall I call to see the silent belle this evening with you ? " The Silent Bell-e. 19 Though she was very fair, took no part in repartee, 'Till all the former lovers went some other one to see. More mute was she. So walking out one evening, along the shady street, A cabriolet and pair of bays, — a luxury to meet, — Passing the church, the carriage overset, 'twas clear, For the horses rear and plunge, as the bell tones meet the ear,. So very near. The occupants were scattered, and without ceremony, The ancient lady one way, also a jar of honey ; The bonnet-box, driver, and robe flew in. another, Boy running on behind in the gutter was rolled over. Oh, did you ever ! The young and silent lady kept moving on apace, No solicitous excitement lighting up her face. The small boy in the gutter was very disappointed, For ride he had a roll, — it was not what he wanted. No ride had he. 20 Poems for the Voting. He waited till the janitor unlocked the church for vespers, Then softly stealing in, this elfish urchin whispers, " From the bell I'll take the tongue, 'twill no more ring or toll, Next time I'll have a ride, I don't enjoy a roll. No roll for me." And when the aged janitor rang out the hour that night, He little dreamed the next time it would be silent quite. The boy held the tongue, and more, held his own too, Which is quite too much to expect a small boy to do. His words were few. And all the village wondered what had happened to the bell ; The boy said he wondered, too, what could have it befell. So no one suspected it was this roguish urchin ; Where it had departed, no one could imagine. No tongue could tell. The Silent Bell-e. 21 So teams pass safely now this austere, solemn church, — No horses rear, no carnages toss and lurch. No rogue rolled in the gutter, but with a pure delight Running after, he fears no acrobatic flight, Tis pleasant quite. For the silent maiden's wedding no sweet chimes float away, The tongue has never been restored from that until this day, But it matters little to them, for the bride was nearly mute. That the bridegroom was both deaf and dumb, no one could refute, With wealth of great repute. The small lad undisturbed runs on behind the train ; No laughter, no merry chime, rolls him o'er again. The villagers are silent, stillness pervades the air, All is quiet for the wedding of the silent maiden fair With golden hair. Silentium. THE MAY-QUEEN'S RESPONSE TO GIFTS FROM HER SUBJECTS. Was ever a sovereign so favored before, For bright golden king-cups with love flowing o'er, And garlands of roses all sparkling with dew, What fairer and sweeter as gifts from you ? The bracelet of pearl, from the nymph of the wave, Is the token of love and devotion she gave ; And the myrtle intwined with a jessamine wreath, From each fair petal a message will breathe. An iris of ribbon in each loving hand, To hold in sweet union myself and this band ; Could may-queen do less than sway sceptre of truth O'er so much purity, beauty, and youth ? A WINTER MORNING. LEGENDARY. We wake in winter morning - fain To decipher the writings of frost elfin ; For he is given to the hieroglyphic, His lively brain is very prolific. Sketches fantastic villas and trees, Birds in abundance, and swarms of bees. In Chinese lore these indicate song; But we hear nothing, though listening long. He mingles all on window-pane, Things domestic, things quaint and plain ; With others poetic, grand, and deep, From shepherd boy to glacier steep. One looks the renowned Matterhorn, One, a giant of legends born ; And fancy shapes of star-like flower, Then tropic ferns, in arch and bower. 24 Poems for the Young. Possibly a picture of his own glen, Supinely betrayed by his etching pen ; Should it be told to the monarch gnome, He could never more return to his home, But would be always made to wander, Or to climb on his knees the stairs of wonder. Though an almost endless flight, 'tis said, At top lives the Lord of Christmas-tide. Careless of our thoughts, or of the gnome, Continues writing in way unknown. Now there are gardens in mid-air, The orchids, in varied forms so fair, In fairy shape to trees are clinging, To blend with them a poetic meaning ; For fairies converse in music or rhyme, So say the legends of the olden time. The outer world is a spread of white, All covered with snow by this same sprite. A spotless shield of rarest woof He weaves, and throws on each slanting roof. A Winter Morning. 25 And o'er the wood-pile a winding-sheet He flings of snow and ice and sleet. It is made to wear it in noonday sun, Like a silver crest or a fairy crown. The grindstone, too, dons at his will An ermine hood, is grave and still. The corn-stalks are soldiers marching to town, With white-plumed hats and coats of brown. This sprite at once seems to transform Trees bare and brown to full snow-bloom ; They scatter their feathery petals wide. He sports with glee at Christmas-tide. He hides the chick-seed under the snow. Poor chickadee, robbed of his breakfast now, Flits to each limb with fluted note, Merry and careless, from his ruffled throat. For he sees above this spread of white, Shrub seeds, betrayed by the rosy light. The morning has wakened to its full glory, Lights gold and silver the snow so hoary. WHAT'S IN A NAME ? Diamonds, if called fossils, would sparkling rays repeat. A rose by any other name would surely smell as sweet. Oh, be some other name ! 'twas thus expressed by Juliet, There was more than met the ear in the appellation of it. Some Parisienne florists put musk in all the roses, Peppermint in the marigolds, and sassafras in the pansies. Though musk was in the rose, it was not therefore musk-rose, And sassafras in the pansies would never change their hues. What -s in a Name? 27 We can easily dispense with this scientific fraud, Leave the blossoms nature's fragrance, and in their fair abode. Tis said in pristine times, only seven names were used ; If they had any others, they were commonly refused. Henry, William, James, Richard, Thomas, George, and John, Each next in order following to his name was affixed son. If one was son of James, he was named John Jameson ; If one was son of Thomas, he was called John Tomson. The Highland Scotch and Irish "Mac" signifying son, And the Irish prefix " O," meaning also grandson. The prefix meaning son, by the English is " Fitz," The Welsh nation use " ap," the Russians affix " witz." 28 Poems for the Young. Tis said a famous Welshman, not to be outdone, Wrote by a long array of " aps," 'bout this time "Adam born." These "aps" were once extremely susceptible to change, By joining to their former name, admitted a great range. So ap Richard is Prichard, and ap Howell, Powell ; Thus by these ancient ancestors, this canny use befell. By space of thirteen centuries, these names were insufficient, And in bestowing them, the fathers grew proficient. They could discern a surname in every locality, And fix it as a cognomen with rigid finality. One called William Scot came from Scotland's broad fell; George living by a well was soon named George Atwell. What's in a Name? 29 And Richard living on a hill, soon was Richard Hill, And John by the church, ere long surnamed Churchill. Henry by the ash, retained the plain name Ash ; But George near the ash, soon drifted into Nash. This method by the Romans, as Pictor, for painter, Agricola for farmer, but this custom grows fainter. Weird tales of Shakspeare's birthplace, seem like a faded dream ; For three historic eras were enacted by this stream. For strata, or strat, is the Roman word for street ; So ford denotes the place where this street and stream meet. And Avon is the name Britons and Celts gave it ; So we've Stratford-on-Avon, a fair stream to lave it. Some names were taken from the many names of animals, As Roe, Lamb, Bullock, Fox, and many other mammals. 30 Poems for the Young. Some from the list of fishes, — Bass, Bodfish, Roach, and Pike ;' From names of birds, they deduced Drake, Crane, Swan, and Hawke. Nouns feminine in Saxon, ending s-t-e-r, At once arranged the surname, was she plain or fair. If she was a baker, it was Bakster, or Baxter ; And if she was a weaver, her name was always Webster. And if she did brew, — 'twas sometimes done by women, — Then Brewster it was, she had no other nomen. The ancient hotel signs of the English were lions, Horses, stags, bears, mermaids, tigers, cats, or dragons. Time passed : two hosts were denominated Brian ; One soon needed to affix the cognomen of Lyon. Also from offices, Priest, Abbot, Prior, Parson ; So King, Queen, Marshall, Lord, Barron, Earl, and Sexton. IVhafs in a Name? 31 The barber's pole explained he was doctor, dentist, barber ; The black stripe, doctors' sign, the red one, dental horror. But enough has been written to disclose ancestral way, So conclude this description without more delay. SIMEON DODDS, CARPENTER. WANTED, ONE HAND MORE. " A carpenter's job," says Simeon Dodds, " Needs three or four hands, or work at odds. I must have three at least, or four, Can do very well, if I have no more. " A house must have a room with a frieze, Built right on the side, the wife to please ; But she thinks to live with baby crying, And builders pounding, is hard, no denying. "The first pleasant day we must start right in, For we'll ne'er finish, if we don't begin. Get spades and tear the shingles off clean, I'll allot the work the while between." In the morning the sun shone bright and clear, " We'll take lunch with us, as it is not near." Soon commenced to rip, to tear, and to pound, The scared baby cried, till in tears nearly drowned. Simeon Dodds, Carpenter. 33 Clouds gathered, and soon the rain was descending, Ran straight through the roof where the boards were depending, Riofht into the room where the distracted mother Was vainly essaying the babe's cries to smother. She soon was attacked by a nervous disease, " Oh, I am so faint! Do take baby, please." He took the baby, and what was still worse, Instead of being builder, he had to be nurse. They had brought the lunch, so must make out a day, If he couldn't build, could be nurse, anyway. But three or four nurses were rather extensive, 'Twas making the new piece very expensive. Sitting so oddly, with the babe on his knee, Said to the foreman, " Go on, don't mind me." But the foreman did mind, and said, smiling, too, " Now fate has settled your trade for you." One ran for a doctor, and one for the pa ; And he held the baby, and one held the ma. Says Simeon Dodds, " We're working at odds, There's no one left to be sawing the boards." 34 Poems for the Young. When he returned home to supper that night, Mrs. Dodds said to him, " Seems you are late, quite." He said, " I will tell you the facts of the case. I haven't been builder, I was only head nurse. " Surprised? I intended to say what I said. The noise frightened baby just out of its head. The rain poured down, so no one could work, And then the lady faints away very quick. "There was nothing left but to hold the baby. One ran for a doctor, and one held the lady. In a case of this kind, a hand or so more Would be very useful to look the rest o'er." AURORA BOREALIS AND THE NORTH LAND. The " Edda," a religious and partly mythological book, belonging to Scandinavian tribes of German origin, contains two collections, — one called "Samudic Edda" (this is a book of thirty-nine poems, of romantic, historical narrations) ; the other, " Edda of Snorro," after a writer of this name. It is mostly prose. Sublime Aurora of the Northern land, Can pen describe such beauties grand? Its thrilling, shimmering, warring lances Seem darting from its fiery glances. Illumine this mysterious realm, Showing fit grandeur to o'erwhelm All Nature's efforts, though so numerous, In warmer clime, however various. Massive mountains of glistening sheen, Immensity of snow whiteness between, Sailing through seas of living fire, Excel in splendor wildest desire. 36 Poems for the Young. Thousands of feet of glaciers deep, .And miles across in flowing sweep, Nature's great hour-glass to record Earth's eons, and this silent horde. Of forms of shimmering, beauteous flame, Wholly dominant o'er all this realm. Seem frozen nature's contradiction, 'Tween fire and ice, no interdiction. Marvels and mysteries hung in the sky, Angelic band of lights on high, Or phantom reflex in the sea, Fit study for the devotee. Careening and shooting flame-like gleams, Higher o'er arch in liquid streams, Then curling and forming each Nomad fiery, Pursuing its prey with insane fury. From the " Edda " we learn of the mythical Valkries, On their sombre coursers, over the broad skies, Travelling this icy, vapory pathway, To other realms of iridal mystery. Aurora Borealis and the North Land. 37 The Norwegian says they're icy particles, Engrossing the light like most other articles; Emitting at night, in mythical sheen, Rays of violet, garnet, orange, and green. Then, shading down to pure, pale gold, Its wonderful beauty can ne'er be told, Since moved by the wind 'tis ever changing, Its cloud-like vapor forever ranging. The Indian says, "The spirits we'll please," Goes wildly dancing, their wrath to appease ; " For these same sprites must be furious quite, To threaten our tribe with such lances at night." We take observations, and call the lights " Northern ; " If we lived on Cape Horn, they then would be Southern. The Chilians name it " Aurora Australis," The French, with dignity, " Aurora Polaires." The Chinaman says, " I don't believe either, From Pekin or Canton we can observe neither." The earth appears tilted for Western remark. Coming cycles may also leave this in the dark. A VISIT TO THE ISLE OF JAVA. A BALLAD. MEANING OF JAVANESE WORDS USED. Tan'du, a carriage. Sarong', a loose dress. Kam'pong, a village. Dalam', a house. Chapu'ri, a small box worn in the belt, contents to stain the teeth. CAST OF CHARACTERS. The Javanese Prince Corretti. His wife, Perko'mah, the favorite. Their daughter, the Princess Nallah Djarri. His mother, Nallah ; his wife's mother, Djarri. The daughter was named for her two grandmothers, to please them both, even against Javanese law, which allows only one name to women. Nallah Djarri's aunt, Seewa, or Mrs. Burnell, and her husband, Mr. Burnell. Nallah Djarri's lover, the English Envoy. Her nurse, Chatra. Servant, Dewari. Old Tu-mong, the governor of adjoining provinces. O queenly isle ! O sunny clime ! How put such graces into rhyme ? Your mountain beauties, grand and strong, Will more than justify this song. A Visit to the Isle of yava. 39 Sublime old range of loveliness, Tis more than artist can express ; Whose deep volcanoes always murmur, A discord to its beauteous summer. Let us explore the Teng-gers cone, In regal beauty stands alone, Along the range has no compeer ; To view it we must pass quite near. Around its base one vast plateau Of vegetating luxury, Extensive groves of trees ascend, Cocoa and palm their beauty lend. With pearly stream from mountain-top, Seems perfect nature, with no blot ; It nurtures, laving from above, The sugar, rice, and cotton grove. Ascending now the plateau higher, Leaving in part this tropic fire, View vast estates of palm and tea, Of pepper, nutmeg, and coffee. 4