. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. it of commerceand information. My reader must surely have often heard it said that theSpanish was a very musical tongue, and I am a willing wit-ness to that fact, and also that when spoken in Lima by mycicerone, in pronouncing the names of the beautiful youngladies whose images in actual pictures of silver he showedme, seemed more charming than ever
. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. it of commerceand information. My reader must surely have often heard it said that theSpanish was a very musical tongue, and I am a willing wit-ness to that fact, and also that when spoken in Lima by mycicerone, in pronouncing the names of the beautiful youngladies whose images in actual pictures of silver he showedme, seemed more charming than ever. Many times since Ihave repeated such of those names as I could remember, asa sort of charm against home sickness. One more musicalthan another was Senora Donata Lozano, the last pro-nounced Lothano, th as in than. I hope the name was ficti-tious, for I have had a picture engraved here that remindsme of her very truly. But then her grandchildren will notrecognize it. I have never been able to account for the fas-cination of those Spanish names. Was it the climate? Myrecollection is that the climate was sublime, heavenly. Itmight have been the new and strange scenes and were curious enough, but not likely to upset one whose. SENORA DONATO LOZANO. 32 2 CALLAO LIMA. eyes had done duty in many ports on every quarter of theworld. Perhaps after all it was because those names weresaid to represent young and lovely women. Yes, I am per-suaded that is the secret. Ah! how many a young sailor, lesscautious than I was, has been wrecked on such shoals andquicksands. Our return to Callao was by starlight, for the Matilda wasto sail the next day, and I had no intention of stayingashore, where there was so little attraction either in climate,productions, or people. The appearance of the mountainsin the starlight was so peculiar and cloudlike, and so im-mense, seeming to fill half of the eastern heavens, that Inever until then felt the utter lack of the power of expres-sion. I
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