At this present minute we are at anchor in the mouth of the river, and such a strange scene as it is.

Everything is in flames--the sky with lightning, the water with luminous particles, and even the very masts are pointed with a blue flame.

I expect great interest in scouring over the plains of Monte Video, yet I look back with regret to the Tropics, that magic lure to all naturalists.

The delight of sitting on a decaying trunk amidst the quiet gloom of the forest is unspeakable and never to be forgotten.

How often have I then wished for you.