Dost thou not, simple Palmer, know, What every child can tell thee here?-- Nor saint nor angel claims this show, But the bright season of the year. QUEEN-HOO HALL, BY STRUTT. “The sole and beautiful inmate of the isle, though disturbed at the appearance of her worshippers, soon recovered her tranquillity. She could not be conscious of fear, for nothing of that world in which she lived had ever borne a hostile appearance to her. The sun and the shade--the flowers and foliage--the tamarinds and figs that prolonged her delightful existence--the water that she drank, wondering at the beautiful being who seemed to drink whenever she did--the peacocks, who spread out their rich and radiant plumage the moment they beheld her--and the loxia, who perched on her shoulder and hand as she walked, and answered her sweet voice with imitative chirpings--all these were her friends, and she knew none but these. “The human forms that sometimes approached the island, caused her a slight emotion; but it was rather that of curiosity than alarm; and their gestures were so expressive of reverence and mildness, their offerings of flowers, in which she delighted, so acceptable, and their visits so silent and peaceful, that she saw them without reluctance, and only wondered, as they rowed away, how they could move on the water in safety; and how creatures so dark, and with features so unattractive, happened to _grow_ amid the beautiful flowers they presented to her as the productions of their abode. The elements might be supposed to have impressed her imagination with some terrible ideas; but the periodical regularity of these phænomena, in the climate she inhabited, divested them of their terrors to one who had been accustomed to them, as to the alternation of night and day--who could not remember the fearful impression of the first, and, above all, who had never heard any terror of them expressed _by another_,--perhaps the primitive cause of fear in most minds. Pain she had never felt--of death she had no idea--how, then, could she become acquainted with fear?