ABSTRACT
Rio B'ueno harbour ,vas our first anchorage, and looked most picturesque. The town, snlall and the houses peculiar, lay round the cove at the base of high and wooded hills, up the sides of \vhich shone forth white houses, embowered among the broadleaved bananas. The day was gorgeous, but, sated with splenclours, we hailed the gloalning, and hoped for rest. The darkness, however, brought no repose, for the night was more tropical than the day. Fire-flies inllun1erable lit up the bay, the little winking blinkers flitting about in all directions; and others with globes of dazzling light sailing like steam-ships in Btraight lines hither and thither, making an insect illunlination. There was an insect serenade, too, which gradually but unceasingly svvelled, till it filled the air -a chorus of countless multitudes of tiny voices-a universal song from all little creeping and flying things that love the night, in shrill notes of endless number and variety. The" still evening" belonged not to a Jamaica paradise. There it seenled the heaven of all living things to come forth in the cool, dewy moonlight, and enjoy themselves with music and dancing. Men might, indeed, become in time deaf to their melody; but still they sang on in the ear of Him who gave them their voices, and delighted in their tuneful happiness.
