The lengthened shadows of evening had fallen along the plain before the sport was up, and the last Condor was captured. We returned to our ship, well pleased with the entertainment, and swinging into our hammocks sunk into deep slumber, for which the exercise of the day had prepared us—but our sleep was not too sound for refreshing visitations from friends far away,
“O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea.”
| [2] | From Naval Life, published by Chas. Scribner, N. Y. |
BEAUTIE.
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BY MRS. E. J. EAMES.
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Thou wert a worship in the ages olden,