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affords a further illustration of this subject.
« When descending fast into the vale of years, I strongly fix my mind's eye on those narrow, shady, silent streets, where I breathed the scented air which came rustling through the surrounding groves; where the footsteps re-echoed from the clean watered porches of the houses, and where every object spoke of quiet and contentment;
. the objects around me begin to fade into a mere delusion, and not only the thoughts, but the external sensations, which I then experience, revive with a reality that almost makes me shudder-it has so much the character of a trance, or vision."
Note 15, p. 63, lines 3 and 4.
In the soft air, like music wandering by. 6 For because the breath of flowers is farre sweeter in the aire (where it comes and goes like the warbling of musick) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants which doe best perfume the aire.”—Lord Bacon's Essay on Gardens.
Note 16, page 75, lines 11, 12,
O Southern Cross ! "The pleasure we felt on discovering the Southern Cross was warmly shared by such of the crew as had lived in the colonies. In the solitude of the seas, we hail a star as a friend from whom we have long been separated. Among the Portugueze and the Spaniards, peculiar motives seem to increase this feeling ; a religious sentiment attaches them to a constellation, the form of which recalls the sign of the faith planted by their ancestors in the deserts of the New World.
It has been observed at what hour of the night, in different seasons, the Cross of the South is erect or inclined. It is a time-piece that advances very regularly near four minutes a day, and no other group of stars exhibits to the naked eye an observation of time so easily made. How often have we heard our guides exclaim, in the savannahs of Venezuela, or in the desert extending from Lima to Truxillo, “ Midnight is past, the cross begins to bend !” How often these words reminded us of that affecting scene where Paul and Virginia, seated near the source of the river of Lataniers, conversed together for the last time, and where the old man, at the sight of the Southern Cross, warns them that it time to separate!”—De Humboldt's Travels.
Note 17, page 79, lines 3 and 4.
Songs af the orange bower, the Moorish hold,
« Rio verde, rio verde," the popular Spanish Romance, known to the English reader in Percy's translation.
“Gentle river, gentle river,
Note 18, page 81, lines 10 and 11.
De Humboldt, in describing the burial of a young Asturian at sea, mentions the entreaty of the officiating priest, that the body, which had been brought upon deck during the night, might not be committed to the waves until after sunrise, in order to pay it the last rites according to the usage of the Romish church.
Note 19, page 82, line last. Oh art thou not where there is no more sea ? - And there was no more sea.”—Rev. chap. xxi. v. 1.
Note 20, page 86, lines 5 and 6.
The bridges over many deep chasms amongst the Andes are pendulous, and formed only of the fibres of equinoctial plants. Their tremulous motion has afforded a striking image to one of the stanzas in “ Gertrude of Wyoming."
6 Anon some wilder portraiture he draws,
Of nature's savage glories he would speak;
The lama-driver, on Peruvia's peak,
Or wild-cane arch, high flung o'er gulf profound
Note 21, page 86, lines 14 and 15.
And then his play
Llanos, or savannas, the great plains in South America.
And by the mighty Oronoco stream,
De Humboldt speaks of these rocks on the shores of the Oronoco. Travellers have heard from time to time subterraneous sounds proceed from them at sun-rise, resembling those of an organ. He believes in the existence of this mysterious music, although not fortunate enough to have heard it himself, and thinks that it may be produced by currents of air issuing through the crevices.
Note 23, page 87, lines 5 and 6.
Yet those deep southern shades oppress’d
The same distinguished traveller frequently alludes to the extreme stillness of the air in the equatorial regions of the new continent, and particularly on the thickly wooded shores of the Oronoco. "In this neighbourhood," he says, "no breath of wind ever agitates the foliage."