This ideal of life —and a paltry ideal it is for an educated man, the product of many ceni nries of civil isation—is lying down under the shade of a palm tree, listening to the murmur of the sea, and sucking the bananas that other people have plucked for him. Once only does he at tempt to do anything for himself. During a brief stay at Papeete, where his lofty spirit is, by some unaccountable mischance, compelled to stoop to a deh'nite occupation, which he speedily finds so iutolc-able that on the whole, he prefers starvation. We learn, too, that he tried fora time the life of a travelling showman. He gives us to understand also, that he exercises a subtle fascination ever the poor savage ]ads with whom ho comes into con tact. The advantages of these sudden and mysterious friendships seem to have been all on the side of the white savage, who, when he is not being stuffed to replttion by his brown admirers, is being kneadtd into a state of voluptuous insensibility, or is biing pad dled about in a canoe. Nut is he in the least ashamed of his degra.flat.ion, but makes a parade of his wallowings in the Circean style. Hear this Yankee apostate from our vaunted nineteenth century civilisation. If it is a question how long a man may with stand the seductions of nature, and the consola tions and conveniences of a state of nature, I have .solved it in one case, for I was as natural as possible in about three days. I wonder if i was growing to feel more hungry, that I found an appetite at last equal to any table that was offered me. Chicken was aililed to 111 y already btuntiful rations, nicely cooked by being swathed in a broad succulent leaf, and roasted, or steeped, in hot ashes. I ate it with my fingers, using the leaf for a, platter. Almost every day something new was offered at the door for my cdi ication. JNTow a netful of large jfuavas, or mangoes, or a sack of leaves crammed with most delicious oranges from the mountains, that peein to have absorbed the very dew of heaven, they were so fresh and sweet. Immen.se lemons perfumed the house, waiting to make me a capital drink. Those superb citrons, with their rough golden crusts, refreshed me. 