Brazil and the Brazilians : portrayed in historical and descriptive sketches . age spoke of life and vigor; but the drippingdew-drops seemed like falling tears mourning the desolationaround. But, to make this world a fit habitation for man,nature, as well as man, must make her sacrifices: so utility recon-ciled me. The little long-tailed birds (closely resembling the whidah-birdsof Africa) that I had often seen pining in cages were here in gloriousfreedom, playing before me, gracefully floating from fern to fern,or swinging in fearless glee upon the pendent parasitic vanillawhich loaded the mo
Brazil and the Brazilians : portrayed in historical and descriptive sketches . age spoke of life and vigor; but the drippingdew-drops seemed like falling tears mourning the desolationaround. But, to make this world a fit habitation for man,nature, as well as man, must make her sacrifices: so utility recon-ciled me. The little long-tailed birds (closely resembling the whidah-birdsof Africa) that I had often seen pining in cages were here in gloriousfreedom, playing before me, gracefully floating from fern to fern,or swinging in fearless glee upon the pendent parasitic vanillawhich loaded the morning air with its rich perfume. The house of Mr. H. was prettily situated, and, in this remote(?corner of the world, it was as interesting as it was strange to conover, in his little parlor, the last London Illustrated News,La Presse, and the Paris Illustration. Madame H., from LaBelle France, demonstrated that others besides American women The Village Cemetery. 339 could enter the backwoods and undergo with contentment thehardships and the excitements of a pioneer When Mr. H. and myself wei*e ready to return to the village, ourhorses were brought to the door; but mine had the bad taste tobreak his halter, and, snorting a loud adieu, away he went, career-ing along the road toward Joinville. His free movement, crestedmane, and distended nostril, made him look for all the world likeone of the steeds on the Elgin marbles; only he was minus hisrider. As he disappeared from sight, he flung his heels high in theair, and gave a series of farewell kicks and other antics which wereenough to provoke laughter from even brooding melancholy. kindly furnished me with another horse, and the last that I sawof my steed was just as we reached Joinville. He had entered asmall sugar-plantation, and was enjoying a most delightful repastof the tender young cane. Before entering the village, we turned aside from the road,ascended a forest-crowned hill, upon whose sides was the ruralceme
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