photograph album went the round. This sober gallery, their

everyday costumes and physiognomies, had become transformed, in

three weeks' sailing, into things wonderful and rich and foreign;

alien faces, barbaric dresses, they were now beheld and fingered,

in the swerving cabin, with innocent excitement and surprise. Her

Majesty was often recognised, and I have seen French subjects kiss

her photograph; Captain Speedy--in an Abyssinian war-dress,

supposed to be the uniform of the British army--met with much

acceptance; and the effigies of Mr. Andrew Lang were admired in the

Marquesas. There is the place for him to go when he shall be weary

of Middlesex and Homer.

It was perhaps yet more important that I had enjoyed in my youth

some knowledge of our Scots folk of the Highlands and the Islands.

Not much beyond a century has passed since these were in the same

convulsive and transitionary state as the Marquesans of to-day. In

both cases an alien authority enforced, the clans disarmed, the

chiefs deposed, new customs introduced, and chiefly that fashion of

regarding money as the means and object of existence. The

commercial age, in each, succeeding at a bound to an age of war

abroad and patriarchal communism at home. In one the cherished

practice of tattooing, in the other a cherished costume,

proscribed. In each a main luxury cut off: beef, driven under

cloud of night from Lowland pastures, denied to the meat-loving

Highlander; long-pig, pirated from the next village, to the man-

eating Kanaka. The grumbling, the secret ferment, the fears and

resentments, the alarms and sudden councils of Marquesan chiefs,

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