hind which, at some distance, lay the village of Damuan completely surrounded by water. Stores of ammunition for guns of various calibre, with powder and shot, and one swivel piece, were found. It was evident that the Sultan had hastily evacuated this position but a few hours before; but as no one could give any information as to the route he had taken, it was resolved not to pursue the enterprise any further, as a heavy responsibility would rest on the officer who should lead an expedition with no definite direction to follow, into the heart of a country of which nothing was known. Besides, suspicion attached to the native guides, and provisions were running short. The royal dwelling and all the adjacent buildings were therefore consigned to fire, and the magazines blown up. The flames extended over a wide space of ground, and were, no doubt, watched with amazement by the various wild tribes inhabiting the adjacent range of hills, and who were said by some natives to be gathered in great concourse on the mountain slope and pinnacles, to look down upon the red blaze shooting up from and spreading over the jungly morass beneath. It was the first time that European foot had ever trodden on that ground, and it was curious that the first explorers should have come for the purpose of destroying the refuge of a piratical king.

Captain Mundy and his companions now retraced their steps with all possible despatch towards the capital.

Some time after, whilst steaming in the Phlegethon up the coast of Borneo, a large prahu with fifty oars was discovered pulling with might and main for the mouth of a neighbouring piratical river, the Tampassuk. Swiftly as it sped across the waters, however, steam proved too powerful an antagonist, and in a short time the powerful little Phlegethon stood in between the chase and the land. The crowded sails of the British squadron now loomed over the horizon, and the pirate, seeing that no chance of escape remained, graciously submitted to imperative necessity, and allowed his vessel to be boarded by the

crew of the steamer.

of the Balanini war boats, which they had driven off but an officer being killed, he was, according to their custom, brought back for interment. . . . Orders were then given to handcuff the chief and all his men, an indignity to which the proud Illanun could not tamely submit, for no sooner did he discover the nature of the directions given, than, quickly raising his fist, he endeavoured to strike Mr. Ross a blow on the face, and the next moment jumped overboard, a movement immediately followed by all his people. Desperate were their

efforts to gain the shore before a boat could be manned, but it was otherwise ordained; all were again brought on board, and, after much resistance, put in irons."

The attack and destruction of the strong fortress of Malludu we can only briefly notice. In the face of a heavy fire, twenty-four English boats, manned with 500 men, advanced up the river. A boom, composed of large chain cable and three huge trees securely bolted together and lashed to trees on either bank, opposed their progress. This had to be cut through, which service was performed gallantly, though not without serious loss, as a heavy range of batteries directly in front kept up a destructive shower of grape shot, which, however, was answered with equal vigour. When once a landing was effected, the enemy fled, and Malludu town with its covering batteries was burned to the ground.2

Success, indeed, every where attended the efforts of our countrymen. In one instance, however, success was dearly purchased. We have no desire to animadvert on the sagacity or prudence of any of the officers engaged in this undoubtedly dangerous service, yet we cannot help remarking that Lieutenant Norcock might probably have saved many valuable lives by the exercise of a trifle more foresight and vigilance. The Ringdove, commanded by Sir W. Hoste, while cruising off the coast, fell in with three prahus, to which she immediately gave chase. The suspicious vessels forthwith made for the shore, and succeeded in running where the brig, from her draught of water, could not follow. Boats were therefore despatched in pursuit, and the prahus were shortly driven into the surf and deserted by their crews. A strict search for arms and ammunition was who was in command, fancied therefore they must be instituted, but without success. Lieutenant Norcock, peaceful traders, and prepared to return to the Ringdove, while the crews of the prahus regained their

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When the chief was brought prisoner on the quarter deck, and asked to what nation he belonged, and why he was so crowded with arms, (she was full of kempilans, (large double-handed swords,) spears and krisses,) he said at once,

"I am an Illanun and a pirate chief. I sailed from hence with four other vessels on a cruise. One of the officers died, and, with a portion of my crew, I am bringing him to his home for decent burial.'

On being asked if the officer died a natural death, he replied 'Yes.'

"Orders were then given to open the coffin, when lo! there lay the remains of a man evidently slain in battle, or after a desperate struggle, but a few days before. A large sabre cut extended across the forehead, and the chest and thighs were also frightfully maimed. The pirate chief now became so desperately enraged at the exposure, that he boldly stated he had told a lie, and admitted that they had had an engagement with some

an order from the brig instructed the English officer to bring one of the suspected craft alongside.

sion of and brought alongside the Ringdove, the crew "One of the prahus was, consequently, taken posses

rowing it themselves, and having a guard over them of three marines and several seamen. On being made fast alongside the brig, the pirates, for such, it appears, they were, though their arms had been skilfully concealed, without any previous warning, rose, and simultaneously, with their krisses flew upon the seamen and marines, and before they could defend themselves one marine was killed, and two marines and a seaman severely wounded, they being all of the Ringdove's crew then on board the prahu, which was at this time under the quarter and touching the counter of the brig; so close, indeed, that one of the pirates actually (1) The master of the Phlegethon.

(2) For a representation of this fort and the mode of attack adopted, see St. John's "Views in the Indian Archipelago."

took his spear, and lunging it through the port of the Ringdove, mortally wounded its mate; and it was also reported, though I cannot exactly say whether true or not, that the head man of the pirates, after killing the marine sentry dead with his kriss, seized the musket as the man fell into the hold, and fired it at the officer standing on the gangway. The pirates then cut the hawser adrift, and seizing their paddles, made off for the shore. A desperate and well planned manoeuvre it must be admitted; and as it was at this time dark, there would have been a probability of escape, had not the boat of the brig been quickly manned and sent in chase. The prahu was overtaken and boarded in less than ten minutes, upon which the crew retreated below, and with their long spears through the bamboo flooring made a desperate defence, and finally, refusing all quarter, they were slain to a man, and the prahu sunk by the gun of the pinnace."

We now approach the most interesting act in the Bornean drama. Mr. Brooke and Captain Mundy, with the boats of the British squadron, manned with seventy bayonets, started on the 16th August on an expedition up the Mambakut river, with the view of seizing, or killing, or driving into the jungle, Hajji Saman, the notorious enemy of the English. This man, who had ever been an incorrigible encourager of piracy, now occupied a post some miles up the stream, having prepared in his rear a chain, as it were, of fortified positions, on which he might fall back in case of retreat.

Forty native war prahus, some of them of great size, joined the expedition at the mouth of the river, and with this reinforcement the whole flotilla dashed through the surf, which broke heavily upon the bar. After pulling for many hours against a strong current, the first symptoms of hostility appeared in the shape of huge rafts of bamboo, floated down to oppose their progress. The report of heavy guns now smote upon their ears from the interior, as, in the midst of a dead silence, broken only by the dip of oar and paddle, the boats proceeded up the stream; Mr. Brooke, and Captain Mundy, in the gig, being rowed backwards and forwards, watching the movements of the whole.

A sudden bend in the river now brought into view a boom, similar to that cut through at Malludu. The current, however, which was here very strong, had swung this defence athwart, thus allowing room for the boats to pass. Facing this, at eighty yards distance, was a small fort, from which a brisk cannonade was immediately opened, as Captain Mundy in his gig, with the pinnace, under Lieut. Little, and the barge and rocket-boat, under Lieut. Heath, advanced in line of battle to the assault.

For a quarter of an hour, a rapid fire was kept up on both sides. Hajji Saman himself was recognised through the smoke, as he moved to and fro on the battery, encouraging and directing the gunners. At length, Lieut. Little gained a landing-place, upon which the enemy's walls were instantly abandoned, their defenders flying into the jungle. They could exchange showers of bullets with any men, but were never found prepared to meet a charge of bayonets.

About a mile farther up, a large village was found deserted by its inhabitants. The houses stood in a semicircle, on a broad declivity gently sloping from the river. Each dwelling had a garden, well fenced in, and neatly partitioned into beds sown with cabbages, lettuces and onions, disposed with beautiful

taste in the Chinese fashion. It is believed that Chinese prisoners must have laid them out.

In the interior of the houses, exquisitely woven mats, threshing and knitting machines and culinary implements, were abundant, together with other furniture. The principal decoration, however, consisted of "numberless human skulls, pendant from every apartment, and suspended from the cieling in regular festoons, with the thigh and arm bones occupying the intervening space, and a few ornaments peculiar to the wildest class of Dyaks.”

enclosures, in great numbers, showing that the inhaGoats, pigs, and poultry, reposed within the bitants of these villages were well provided with the substantial blessings of this world.

"I was much struck," says Captain Mundy, “by the simplicity and beauty of the tents of the Dyaks. They were generally erected on rising grounds, in lovely spots, surrounded by creepers and flowering shrubs a hundred yards from the buildings. They were of an oblong form, composed of wooden planks, standing about twelve feet from the ground, on piles, and covered with a sloping roof of the branches of the sago-palm; strips of broad bark were attached according to fancy on the gables, having various devices rudely painted on them."

And the owners of these picturesque places were pirates,-pirates of the worst class, who sallied forth at particular seasons, and, embarking in numerous prahus, committed slaughter and robbery throughout the whole length and breadth of the Indian Archipelago, landed by night on the shores of the various islands, sacked and burned villages, seized slaves, sold them, and then returned, gorged with blood and plunder, to spend the remainder of the year in their beautiful villages on the banks of Mambakut.

After enjoying a comfortable dinner in the deserted houses, the expedition started again, and presently came upon a huge building, the main front of which had a verandah three hundred feet in length. This dwelling was erected on enormous wooden piles, from between some of which a shower of balls rattled in among the leading boats; however, a few rapid discharges of musketry soon silenced the enemy's fire. A small party landed, with the view of cutting off their retreat, but was only in time to catch a sight of | their receding forms, as they plunged into the depths of the jungle, bearing along with them, as usual, their killed and wounded. The house was ascertained to have belonged to Hajji Saman himself, whither he was wont to retire from the bustle of the capital to ruralize among skulls and thighbones.

Fifty heads were discovered here, many of them evidently fresh trophies. In this district, "no aristocratic youth dare venture to pay his addresses to a Dyak demoiselle, unless he throws at the blushing maiden's feet a net full of skulls, at the same time that he offers his hand and heart. It is customary for the lady to desire her lover to cut a thick bamboo, and when in possession of this instrument, she carefully arranges the cadeau d'amour on the floor, and, by repeated blows, beats the heads into fragments, which, when thus pounded, are scraped up and cast! into the river; at the same time, she throws herself into the arms of the enraptured youth, and so commences the honeymoon."

Hajji Saman's dwelling having been burnt to the ground, the explorers proceeded some way up the river, until they reached a village, having in its rear an extensive plain. This place was selected as a bivouac ; the boats were drawn up in line, sentries posted,

and the marines, in a few minutes, ensconced in quarters as comfortable as Chatham barracks. Watchfires were kindled at intervals around the hamlet, and on the farthest extremity of the plain, hundreds of dusky figures could be observed in the dim light, brandishing their weapons and dancing their wardances with tremendous yells, to intimidate the invaders of their territory.

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Next morning, the boats moved on at an early hour, and continued pulling for some time. length, a cheer from the vanguard announced that Hajji Saman's last refuge was in sight. Every man was now eager for the conflict, and no sooner had they come within range, than a shower of rockets burst. into the air, accompanied by a sharp volley of musketry. A strong defence was made, the fire was given and returned with equal vigour, but, in the face of all opposition, the place was assaulted at push of pike, carried, cleared of its defenders, and burned to the ground, Hajji Saman and his followers flying into the jungle, lighted by the flames of the fortress, which they had, at any rate, attempted to hold.

We fear we have been betrayed by the interest of the narrative into too great length, and have left hardly sufficient space to speak in general terms of the work. However, our readers will be enabled from what we have said, and from the few extracts we have given them, to form a tolerably correct judgment on the volume. Mr. Brooke's journals will meet, we venture to say, with the success they deserve. The beautiful and graphic language of the English Rajah, and the bold, vigorous, rapid narrative of Captain Mundy, conduce to give to the whole an intrinsic value which few books possess. Certainly the two authors were most felicitous in their subject. No regions could have afforded more rich and varied materials for the traveller in search of the picturesque, the botanist, the observer of human nature, or the searcher after adventure, than does the vast, and little explored, island of Borneo. Here the writer of imagination has but to put down his own conceptions, to produce a striking picture. There is no filling up wanted, no strong colouring, no glow of imagery necessary to cast a brilliancy over the whole.

The Oriental Archipelago is, as we have said, one of the most magnificent regions in the world, affording as it does every inducement to the merchant and the settler. But its seas are unsafe, its harbours unprotected. We have indeed struck the first blow at piracy, we have caused the buccaneering communities to feel the power of the "Great Lords of the Ocean," and to know that their countless fleets, which they have hitherto regarded as overwhelming, are no match for the energy of Great Britain. But we must not rest satisfied with what has been done, we must literally sweep the Indian pirates from the face of the waters, and cut up, burn, and utterly destroy, every refuge they can fly to, if we really desire to behold the extension of commerce, and the diffusion of civilization and Christianity, among the benighted inhabitants of the Twelve Thousand Islands.

THE SUMMER DAYS.

BY HARUM SCARUM.

THE summer days of life-the summer days!
When eyes robe all with their own joyousness,
And every beauty glows in fairest prime;
When light beams loveliest from a woman's eye,
And song flows happiest from a poet's heart
The summer days of life-the summer days!

Spring may be fair, but then we're gazing on-
And Autumn calm, but then we look behind-
All joy to us as past and future lives,
Departed all, or not yet all our own,
Save in that glorious, glowing, present time,
The summer days of life-the summer days!

Like the full splendour of an empire's might,
Ere yet it verges downward to decay-
The noonday sun, within a cloudless sky,
Young, tho' its blaze usurps the throne of night-
A generous courser, in his pride of strength-
So fresh, so fair, the summer days of life.

I hope for you, I long for you, sweet days!
Ye are my future, and that aye is bright,
Ye are my goal, and that for aye is dear;
And ye shall be my glory, ye shall bring,
Oh, will ye not? a happy victor's wreath,
Sweet summer days of life-sweet summer days!

A DAY-DREAM.
MAESTRO.

THERE are bright and happy hours
In this dwelling-place of tears,
Sunny gleams between the showers,
Merry birds and smiling flowers,
Hopes that conquer fears.

There are many sweets that mingle
In the cup of mortal sadness,
Fairy bells that softly tingle
By woodland way and forest dingle,
Moving hearts to gladness.

There are fairer, brighter things Starlike gem the path of life: Sympathy that ever brings Friendship on its dove-like wings; Faithful love till death that clings; Peace, the sleep of strife.

Thus I mused one soft spring morn,
While, her clear soprano ringing,
A sweet nightingale was singing
From her seat in the old thorn.
Then, methought that at my side,
Harshly thus a voice replied-
"Dreamer, as you name each blessing,
With your gaze upon the sky
Wrapped in a fool's fantasy,
Tell me which art thou possessing."
And at these strange words I wondered,
But the bird was singing still,
And an echo from the hill
Seemed to ask me why I pondered.
Then I answered musingly,
"Love, the urchin, ever roving
To and fro, still passes by,
Glancing with a roguish eye,
Leaving me unloved, unloving.
Better so, for love," I said,
"Flashes like a meteor gleam;
And realities but seem
Harsher by the light it shed.-
I have many a loving friend;
With their pleasant voices near me,
And their sympathy to cheer me,
I will wear life to its end.

And when death hath had his will,
Sparkling eyes for me will weep,
Loyal hearts a corner keep,

For our friendship's memory still.”

genus omne!

EDITOR'S POSTSCRIPT.

From our Writing-Desk.

READER,-How do you like being much too hot? Are you a chilly mortal, looking blue in a north-east wind, and shrivelling up during a frost like an uninfused particle of strong old congo? Good-you must be happy. Are you a plump, round-faced, rosy-cheeked individual, active, good-natured, slightly addicted to fussing, and apt to become flushed on all emergencies, like-well, we must not mention names-but if such be your tendencies, we pity you. Like an unpopular parliament, you must have been on the eve of dissolution. Here's weather for al fresco dissipation, Chiswick fetes, Botanical gardens, pic-nics, water-parties, archery meetings, et hoc All our beauties will become sunburnt as gipsies, despite their taking the veil as strictly as nuns or sultanas; and as to the lords of the creation, or at least that portion of them who generously display their dark curls and delicate complexions to the public for nothing, in Bond Street and the Parks, there is not a puppy amongst them but will be black-and-tan before the end of the season. Then, gentlemen's superior dress suits are so inconveniently warm in these sunny hours. In vain do we endue a Chesterfield Zephyr; although the talented artist who invented it in some happy moment of clairvoyance has protected it by a double patent (whatever that may be), the air it gives, however fashionable, fails to cool our exhausted frame, and we sigh, or rather pant, for some such article as the

<< painted vest Prince Vortigern had on, Which from a naked Pict his grandsire won; decidedly the lightest species of paletot we ever remember to have heard of. Many conveniences and advantages must have attended the style of dress adopted by these simple ancestors of ours; a mode of clothing, by the way, which, for want of a better name, we may designate the Pictorial. For instance, when the whole costume consisted of a coat, and that merely a coat of paint, how many difficulties which now render the advice to reform our tailor's bills so impracticable, are at once got over. No fears of a misfit: such a coat is sure to set like your skin. If any accident befals the garment, a good brush sets all right again in a minutethough a Pictish beau might equally disguise an unseemly wrinkle by a little fine drawing. In such weather as we have been afflicted with, a cool suit might be obtained by selecting a very light paint, while the fogs and frosts of an ancient Britannic winter would be effectually provided against by putting on two or three coats of a warmer colour. Mourning, too, could be supplied to families with the greatest despatch, and at unusually low prices, when a cake of Indian ink or neutral tint would do full justice to the memory of a distant relation, and the most unmitigated woe would be adequately symbolised by a bottle of Warren's jet. Seriously, if the hot weather should continue, we recommend the system of pictorial clothing to some enterprising young artist who may possess a talent for painting figures, and should he act upon our hint, we shall not be surprised to see a totally new colouring given to the whole body of the English nation. If the hot weather should last-ah! that if-certainly, an editor ought to be gifted with second sight, and able to foretel events for at least a month to come. Now, suppose, after our tirade against hot weather, the first of June should choose to come down upon us with a pouring rain, it will throw a damp over our entire postscript, extinguish every spark of wit, put out its fire completely, and thoroughly saturating the article, which, unfortunately, is not water-proof, leave it without a

single dry remark about it. We are not of a very desponding temperament however, and will, therefore, hope better things. Every dog has his day, and (begging our own pardon for the undignified comparison) we trust we may prove a lucky dog, and that our day may be a fine one. And now to business.

We beg to apologize to such of our readers as may have been interested in the Diary of an Oxford Man, for the delay which has taken place in regard to it, and beyond our control. We shall hope, however, to be can only say that it has been occasioned by circumstances enabled to continue it in the first part of our new

volume.

As the limits of our magazine render it impossible for us to give a lengthened review of more than a very small portion of the new books sent to us for that pur pose, we think it may prove not uninteresting to our readers if, for the future, we briefly notice at the end of our postscripts a few of the works most worthy (or unworthy, for we do not pledge ourselves never to apply a little wholesome castigation) their attention.

Of those names now before us, we may mention "Brothers and Sisters," a tale of domestic life, by Miss Bremer, translated from the unpublished MS. by the indefatigable Mary Howitt. We have scarcely had time to do more than dip into it, but it seems to promise another treat to the many admirers of "The Neighbours."

In justice, we cannot pass over unmentioned Miss Martineau's "Eastern Life," though it is with mingled feelings of pleasure and pain that we rise from its perusal. However much we may differ from and deplore that lady's opinions upon certain points, it is impossible not to acknowledge the powerful interest of the work, the brilliant and matured talent of the authoress, and the candour and honest enthusiasm of her mind. All those to whom Egypt and Arabia, Palestine and Syria, are more than geographical terms, will thank Miss Martineau for her vivid descriptions, and ingenious, though, alas, unsound speculations concerning Eastern Life, present and past.

Being somewhat of a hero-worshipper, we found our attention riveted by the title of the following work. It runs thus" The very Joyous, Pleasant, and Refreshing HISTORY of the Feats, Exploits, Triumphs, and Atchievements of the Good KNIGHT, without Fear and without Reproach, the gentle Lord DE BAYARD. Set forth in English by Edward Cockburn Kindersley. Imprinted for Longman, Brown, Green and Longmans. Pater Noster Row, in the City." The translator informs us in his "prologue," that these memoirs of the Chevalier de Bayard are supposed to have been " written by his secretary, under the modest designation of le loyal serviteur," and "first appeared in 1527, three years after the Hero's death." We would recommend this quaint old book to all our younger readers in the words of a French writer of the seventeenth century, to his "Je veux que ce soit la première histoire que tu lises, et que tu me racontes. Tâche de l'imiter en ce que tu pourras. Il ne se peut faire de copie qui ne soit bonne sur un si merveilleux original. Si tu ne peux arriver à sa valeur, qui est hors d'exemple, sois fidèle à ton prince, et debonnaire comme lui."

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The age of chivalry has passed away,-at least as far as any system or institution which brought forth noble, pious, valiant men, can ever pass away utterly from this earth,-but it lives in its effects. All those who bow in admiration before the memory of the mirror of courteous knighthood, Bayard, Sans peur et sans reproche," may show in their daily life that the magnanimity of the age of chivalry is not extinct in this age of Tin. The translation is glowing and primitive; and is devoid of the many disagreeables of ordinary translations. The book is printed in large old-fashioned type, and in other respects reminds us of those elegant specimens of the pseudo-antique, the two "Portions of Lady Willoughby's Diary."