A Lake Of Fire

Mrs. Brsssey, an English woman who accompanied her lmsband in a recent y acht voy age round the world, tiras describes the cráter of the great Sandwich island volcano Kilauea : "We were 3tanding on the extreme edge of a preoipice, overhanging a lnke of molten fire, 100 feet below us, and nearly a mile across. Dashing against the cliffs on the opposito side, with the noise like the roar of a stormy ocean, -waves of blood-red, fiery, liquid lava hurled their billows upon an iron-bonnd headland, and then rnshed up the face of the cliffs to toss their gory spray high in the air. The restless, heaving lake boiled and bubbled, never remaining the same for two minutes together. There was an island on ono side of the lake, which the fiery waves seemed to attack unceasingly with relentless fury, as if bent on hurling it from its base. On the other side was a large cavern, into which the burning mass rushed with a loud roar, breaking down in its impetuous, headlong career the gigantic staiactites that overhung the mouth of the cave, and flinging lip the liquid material for the formation of new ones. It was all terribly grand, magnificently sublime; but no words could adequately describe such a scène."