Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/The Volcano of Ki-Rau-E-A

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Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832 (1831)
by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The Volcano of Ki-Rau-E-A
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THE VOLCANO OF KI-RAU-E-A, IN HAWAII.

Artist: W. Ellis, after F. Howard - Engraved by: W. Finden


THE VOLCANO OF KI-RAU-E-A.


EXTRACT FROM STEWART’S JOURNAL OF A RESIDENCE IN THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.

"Standing at an elevation of one thousand five hundred feet, we looked into a black and horrid gulf, not less than eight miles in circumference, so directly beneath us, that, in appearance, we might, by a single leap, have plunged into its lowest depth. The hideous immensity itself, independent of the many frightful images which it embraced, almost caused an involuntary closing of the eyes against it. But when to the sight is added the appalling effect of the various unnatural and fearful noises, the muttering and sighing, the groaning and blowing, the every agonized struggling, of the mighty action within, as a whole, it is too horrible. And for the first moment I felt like one of my friends, who, on reaching the brink, recoiled, and covered his face, exclaiming, "Call it weakness, or what you please, but I cannot look again."—p. 375.


An ebbing tide of fire, the evil powers
In fear and anger here are paramount,
Rending the bosom of the fertile earth,
And spreading desolation. Black as night,
And terrible, as if the grave had sent
Its own dark atmosphere to upper air,
The heavy vapours rise; from out the smoke
Break the red volumes of the central flame,
And lava floods and burning showers descend,
Parching the soil to barrenness.
And yet there is the principle of life
Within that fiery waste: when years have past,
And Time, the beautifier, has been there,
Then will the fierce volcano have consumed
Its depths of flame, and there the coral reef
Will spread; at first a bleak and dangerous waste;
Until the wind bear on its wandering wings
The fertilizing seeds; the salt sea tide
Leave shells and weeds behind, to vegetate.
The birds will come o'er ocean, and delight
To find a tranquil home remote from men.
Flowers will spring up, and trees; and last some ship
Will penetrate the waste of waters round,
And marvel at the lovely solitude.


According to the theory generally received at present among scientific men, the numerous coral islands of the Pacific are supposed to be formations upon extinct volcanoes.