Volume II Part 30 (1/2)
”You all fly off at tangents,” cried Media, ”but no wonder: yourReturn to your subject, Babbalanja assume now, Babbalanja,--assume, my dear prince--assume it, assu to assu you please, my lord: what is it?”
”Ah! yes!--assu home, you should find your wife had needded, under the--the--the er visible, you--_you_ Azzageddi, had departed this life; in other words, out of sight, out of mind; what then, my dear prince?”
”Why then, my lord, I would demolish my rival in a trice”
”Would you?--then--then so much for your metaphysics, Bab--Babbalanja”
Babbalanja rose to his feet,to himself--”Is this assumed, or real?--Can a deies make bacchanals of the Gods But he ondrous keen! He felled me, ere he fell himself”
”Yoomy, my lord Media is in a very merry mood to-day,” whispered Mohi, ”but his counterfeit was not well done No, no, a bacchanal is not used to be so logical in his cups”
CHAPTER XLVIII They Sail Round An Island Without Landing; And Talk Round A Subject Without Getting At It
Purposing a visit to Kaleedoni, a country integrally united to Do the western white cliffs of the isle But finding the wind ahead, and the current too strong for our paddlers, ere fain to forego our destination; Babbalanja observing, that since in Dominora we had not found Yillah, then in Kaleedoni the
And now, so the country ere prevented fros of its people; extolling their bravery in war, their aion, their penetration in philosophy, their siality in all things doue of heroes, ood men
But as all virtues are convertible into vices, so in soenerate Their frugality too often becareater degree perhaps than could be predicated of theBello
In Kaleedoni was much to awaken the fervor of its bards Upland and lowland were full of the picturesque; andher blue, heathy hills, lingered many tribes, who in their wild and tattooed attire, still preserved the garb of the htiest nation of old times They bared the knee, in token that it was honorable as the face, since it had never been bent
While Braid-Beard was recounting these things, the currents were sweeping us over a strait, toward a deep green island, bewitching to behold
Not greener that midmost terrace of the Andes, which under a torrid ;--not greener the nine thousand feet of Pirohitee's tall peak, which, rising from out the warm bosom of Tahiti, carries all suardens of Cyrus,--than the vernal lawn, the knoll, the dale of beautiful Verdanna
”Alas, sweet isle! Thy desolation is overrun with vines,” sighed Yoo
”Land of caitiff curs!” cried Media
”Isle, whose future is in its past Hearth-stone, from which its children run,” said Babbalanja
”I can not read thy chronicles for blood, Verdanna,”near, ould have landed, but the rolling surf forbade Then thrice we circuated the isle for a smooth, clear beach; but it was not found
Meanwhile all still conversed
”My lord,” said Yoo Bello, I heard much of the feud between Dominora and this unhappy shore Yet is not Verdanna as a child of King Bello's?”
”Yes,his family circle,” said Babbalanja, ”an old lion once introduced a deserted young stag to his den; but the stag never becae upon his foster-brothers
--Verdanna is not of the flesh and blood of Doood part, these dissensions”