They Visit The Palmy King Abrazza Night and morn departed; and in the afternoon, we drew nigh to an island, overcast with shadows; a shower was falling; and pining, plaintive notes forth issued from the groves: half-suppressed, and sobbing whisperings of leaves.

The shore sloped to the water; thither our prows were pointed.
"Sheer off! no landing here," cried Media, "let us gain the sunny side; and like the care-free bachelor Abrazza, who here is king, turn our back on the isle's shadowy side, and revel in its morning-meads." "And lord Abrazza:--who is he ?" asked Yoomy.
"The one hundred and twentieth in lineal descent from Phipora," said Mohi; "and connected on the maternal side to the lord seigniors of Klivonia.

His uttermost uncle was nephew to the niece of Queen Zmiglandi; who flourished so long since, she wedded at the first Transit of Venus.

His pedigree is endless." "But who is lord Abrazza ?" "Has he not said ?" answered Babbalanja.

"Why so dull ?--Uttermost nephew to him, who was nephew to the niece of the peerless Queen Zmiglandi; and the one hundred and twentieth in descent from the illustrious Phipora." "Will none tell, who Abrazza is ?" "Can not a man then, be described by running off the catalogue of his ancestors ?" said Babbalanja.