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A TATTOOED CHIEF OF NEW ZEALAND. mats of various kinds, made of native flax and braided by hand. They practise tattooing, and form designs of remarkable elegance over their bodies. They insist at times that those remaining with them shall go through the

same process, and a few years since a white man exhibited himself in Boston, who had been involuntarily through the operation, coming out with a very damaging effect upon his personal beauty, as we regard such things.

Since New Zealand became a British settlement, from 1833 to 1841, at which latter date the British became possessed of the two islands by purchase, great restriction has been placed upon the native tendency to cannibalism, though the taste still runs in that direction, this and infanticide forming the principal drawbacks to civilization. We all remember the pious wish of Sydney Smith, when informed by a brother clergyman that he was going to New Zealand as a missionary, "I hope you will agree with them!" The natives have few of the savage vices that belong to wild tribes of men, and are remarkably susceptible to religious impressions. Their intellectual and moral status is fully equal to their physical, and barring the wish to eat their friends -a species of interest that is not compatible with the prejudices of the other party-they are a very well-meaning and harmless race.

Our picture, of course, represents the native in his normal condition, as he is seen by his clanspeople. The civilization of the towns may demand some respect to the principle of propriety, but on his native heather he ignores clothes. The people live in villages, or "paps," situated frequently on an eminence, and generally surrounded by a palisade, but in respect to dwellings they are far behind other Pacific islanders.

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COMMUNIPAW,

This little quiet town in New Jersey, of which we give a view on page 20, has the distinguished honor of being the egg from which the big city of New York was hatched. According to the veritable history of Diedrich Knickerbocker, on the arrival of the Goede Vrouw at the mouth of the Hudson, the Indian village of Communipaw on the Jersey shore was the first that attracted their attention.

"Here lifting up their eyes," he says, "they beheld, on what is at present called the Jersey shore, a small Indian village, pleasantly embowered in a grove of spreading elms, and the natives all collected on the beach,

NEW JERSEY.

gazing in stupid admiration at the Goede Vrouw. A boat was immediately despatched to enter into a treaty with them, and approaching the shore, hailed them through a trumpet, in the most friendly terms; but so horribly confounded were these poor savages at the tremendous and uncouth sound of the Low Dutch language, that they one and all took to their heels, and scampered over the Bergen hills; nor did they stop until they had buried themselves, head and ears, in the marshes on the other side, where they all miserably perished to a man.

"Animated by this unlooked-for victory, our valiant heroes sprang ashore in triumph,

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took possession of the soil as conquerors, in the name of their High Mightinesses as Lords States General; and marching fearlessly forward, carried the village of COMMUNIPAW by storm, notwithstanding it was vigorously defended by some half a score of old squaws and pappooses. On looking about them they were so transported with the excellencies of the place, that they had very little doubt the blessed St. Nicholas had guided them thither, as the very spot whereon to settle their colony. The softness of the soil was wonderfully adapted to the driving of piles; the swamps and marshes around them afforded ample opportunities for the constructing of dykes and dams; the shallowness of the shore was peculiarly favorable to the building of docks-in a word, this spot abounded with all the requisites for the foundation of a great Dutch city. On making a faithful report, therefore, to the crew of the Goede Vrouw, they one and all determined that this was the destined end of the voyage.

Accordingly they descended

from the Goede Vrouw, men, women and children, in goodly groups, as did the animals of yore from the ark, and formed themselves into a thriving settlement, which they called by the Indian name COMMUNIPAW.

"The crew of the Geode Vrouw being soon reinforced by fresh importatons from Holland, the settlement went jollily on, increasing in magnitude and prosperity. The neighboring Indians in a short time became accustomed to the uncouth sound of the Dutch language, and an intercourse gradually took place between them and the new-comers. The Indians were much given to long talks, and the Dutch to long silence-in this particular, therefore, they accommodated each other completely. The chiefs would make long speeches about the big bull, the Wabash, and the Great Spirit, to which the others would listen very attentively, smoke their pipes, and grunt yah, myn-her-whereat the poor savages were wondrously delighted. They instructed the new settlers in the best art of curing and smoking tobacco, while the latter, in return, made them drunk with true Hollands-and then taught them the art of making bargains. "A brisk trade for furs was soon opened; the Dutch traders were scrupulously honest in their dealings, and purchased by weight, establishing it as an invariable table of avoirdupois, that the hand of a Dutchman weighed one pound, and his foot two pounds. It is true, the simple Indians were often puzzled by the great disproportion between bulk and

weight, for let them place a bundle of furs, never so large, in one scale, and a Dutchman put his hand or foot in the other, the bundle was sure to kick the beam-never was a package of furs known to weigh more than two pounds in the market of Communipaw!"

This quiet was soon interrupted by the appearance of a British armed vessel, commissioned by Virginia, to demand the submission of the settlement to the English crown and Virginian dominion. It is said "that when his vessel first hove in sight, the worthy burghers were seized with a panic, that they fell to smoking their pipes with astonishing vehemence; insomuch that they quickly raised a cloud, which, combining with the surrounding woods and marshes, completely enveloped and concealed their beloved village, and overhung the fair regions of Pavoniaso that the terrible Captain Argal passed on, totally unsuspicious that a sturdy little Dutch settlement lay snugly couched in the mud, under cover of all this pestilent vapor. In commemoration of this fortunate escape, the worthy inhabitants have continued to smoke, almost without intermission, unto this very day; which is said to be the cause of the remarkable fog which often hangs over Communipaw of a clear afternoon."

The place is much visited by New Yorkers during the warm weather. The early Dutch simplicity still prevails to a great extent in the town, and some of the structures are of a very remote build. It commands a grand prospect of the bay, and is truly a very pretty little place, much resorted to by excursionists in pursuit of pleasure.

DOGGEREL FROM THE BEACH.

We took our little dog to the sea-side, and when she came home, she still sighed for the sea, although when there, she could see that she was but a cypher besides the breakers, and it was found difficult to break her of her habit of rolling, evidently learnt from the rollers. She looked upon the barks sailing upon the stormy deep, and her bark was deep and joyous. She would pause upon the sands until the white water nearly touched her paws, and then it was touching to see her flee from the advancing wave before it reached her feet; and every flea upon her back thought how fleeting its life would be, if she could not get back to the land before the wave reached her, and the wave of her tail should be seen no more, and our tale should be ended.

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BY MRS. R. B. EDSON.

Up and down the long line of rocky coast, the wind roared and shrieked, and the waves dashed fiercely over the low, sandy bar and sunken rocks, scarce a league to the northward of the little inlet that made, by an abrupt curve some three or four miles inland, a small but very convenient harbor for fishingvessels and light-draught coasters. Once in a while, driven by sudden storms, some larger craft sought the protection of the little harbor; but not often, for the entrance was narrow and dangerous, and Morey, who kept the lighthouse on Barry's Bluff, was as grim and abrupt as the little headland that bristled its gray, jagged sides to the sea. Once, more than twenty years ago, a ship went to pieces on the harbor bar, in trying to effect an entrance; and ever since, Hugh Morey, who had heretofore been a most ready and efficient pilot, grew grim and repellant, exerting himself to the utmost to warn all vessels off the coast who were not perfectly familiar with its soundings.

There was a little story, savoring something of romance, connected with that ship, which was as familiar to every man, woman and child in Brent as the alphabet; although the younger people, looking at the weather-beaten face and grizzly beard of Hugh Morey, grew sometimes skeptical as to its truth. To them, love was a thing of youth, and beauty, and gentleness; and they forgot that Hugh Morey was not always old and grizzled, as well as that other most potent fact-which perhaps they did not know-that the snows of the brow do not necessarily extinguish the fires of the heart.

And so it seemed to them rather a bit of sad romance than a terrible reality-the story of the pretty English maiden who had left parents and friends, and crossed the perilous deep, only to be cast a bruised and mangled corse at the very feet of her lover. But the older people remembered the five long years of patient saving that had at last enabled him

to send for the little girl whose heart he had brought with him across the sea; they remembered, too, the little cottage at the foot of the Bluff, which he had built with all a lover's fond anticipations; and alas! they remembered the beautiful English burial service that was read there one dark day, and the fair face, with its golden curls falling in a wet, tangled mass over the pulseless bosom. They remembered, too, one night, when a lurid flame lit up the sky, and how the sun rose over a mass of cold gray ashes where the pretty cottage had stood. People felt instinctively that it was his own hand that had destroyed it, and, with tender thoughtfulness, offered no condolence.

Some five years afterward, his sister Mollie Sterne, who had been married and widowed before she was twenty, came to America also, and thenceforward the two lived quietly together beside the sea, Mollie, however, was very unlike her brother. He was dark, silent and taciturn; she was bright, cheerful and happy. Her round, ruddy face radiated perpetual sunshine. No clouds were ever dark enough or heavy enough to obscure its brightness.

There was a little disappointment which met Mollie Stone upon her arrival, however, which sent a little shadow across her heart, but like all the shadows which had fallen there, it only made it tenderer and sweeter. Like the summer tempest, which gives such an exquisite clearness and softness to the sky, so sorrow and disappointment gave new depth and serenity to the atmosphere of her life.

In the ship which had brought Hugh Morey's betrothed wife, was also another young English girl from the same town, Bath. But Alicia Kent came not alone; her parents and two younger brothers accompanied her. But alas! they came not with her up the quiet streets of Brent, or sat with her evermore in the pleasant twilights. The cruel harbor bar rolled forever its solemn surge between them. But Alicia Kent was young

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