but they seemed to be all as good humored, vivacious and impudent as the rest of their fellows wherever I have seen them, and I am acquainted with many anecdotes which would lead me to believe that they are humanely governed and comfortably maintained. Indeed the prejudice of color is fainter in this colony than in almost any other, and I have no doubt that every measure of regular civilization of the negros will be received and enforced by the legislature with the utmost cheerfulness. The act for investing the bishop with episcopal powers was passed by acclamation; an excellent and able clergyman, who was sent by the bishop, has been kindly received, a house built for him, and a church in a remote part of the island put into proper order for divine service. I know enough of Mr. Barker and his amiable wife to feel convinced that their residence alone will be a general benefit.

There are still a few French proprietors and a Romish priest administers to them, but they gradually decrease and the face of society may be said to be English.

I like the Grenadans much; they have a picture of an island, they give turtle, porter and champagne in abundance and perfection, they

lend horses, and send pines and pomegranates on board your ship, in short they are right pleasant Christians; ...one thing only I find fault with, but that one thing is, I am sorry to say, a mountain. Gentlemen of Grenada and the Grenadines as far as Cariacou, where are your wives? where are your heirs? you will say the fashion is Persian and that they are within the veils; you will say that there are just forty ladies in the island! it may be so, but show them, gentlemen, to the world and put to silence the moralities of Englishmen and Barbadians. Of Grenada alone can I say that I never saw a single lady all the while I was in it.

ST. VINCENT'S.

WE left Grenada after dinner on the evening of Friday the 8th of April, passed at some distance to leeward of the long line of islands and islets called Grenadines, which are equally distributed between the two governments of St. Vincent's and Grenada, and after beating up for nearly twenty four hours in sight of land, came to anchor in Kingstown Bay at five in the morning of Sunday the 10th.

The view of the town and surrounding country is thought by many to be the most beautiful thing in the Antilles; it is indeed a delightful prospect, but, according to my taste, not within ken of the surpassing loveliness of the approach to Grenada. Trinidad is South American, but St. George's, the Lagoon, and Point Salines are perfect Italy. Kingstown lies in a long and narrow line upon the edge of the water; on the eastern end is a substantial and somewhat handsome edifice con

taining two spacious apartments, wherein the council and Assembly debate in the morning, and the ladies and gentlemen dance in the evening; towards the western extremity is also a substantial and ugly building, something between a hospital and a barrack, which has the honor of being a church; hard by, yet opposite to it, is an airy and comfortable tabernacle for the methodists, and between both, but rather closer to the latter, stands or perhaps lies the humble mansion of the hero of Curazoa. In the back ground a grand amphitheatre of mountains embraces the town, and there was a verdancy and freshness in the general aspect of the country which certainly exceeded any thing I saw in the West Indies.

But this greenness was as the appearance of water in the wilderness. I always was, it is true, in a thaw within the Tropics, being naturally, as Heaven made me, of a melting mood in heart and body; but in St. Vincent's, and therein more especially in the aforesaid substantial and ugly church in St. Vincent's, I verily streamed from my hair, eye-brows, nose, lips and chin continuously; the big round drops coursed one another adown my innocent cheeks, and projected themselves upon my gloves or trowsers in graceful,

I had almost said greaseful, precipitation. The compages of my corporeal system seemed about to dissolve. Hamlet would not have found his mass too solid here. Botanicus verus, says Linnæus, desudabit in augendo amabilem scientiam ; ... Mercy on me! it might be a criterion of zeal in Sweden, but in Kingstown a very bad and slothful botanist nearly exsuded his life in walking half way to the Garden.

I know nothing inter minora incommoda vitæ so annoying to the feelings of a young man as to perspire invincibly under the eyes of an interesting girl. In the same pew with me and right opposite was seated one of the prettiest girls in the West Indies. Though a creole, Clarissa had as dazzling a carmine on her cheeks as an English beauty; her features, though perhaps approaching to what the French call minces, were sharp and delicate; her forehead rather too low, and her chin a little too pointed; but then her figure was rich in all the fascinations of tropical girlishness. As to the story about rouge, I do not believe one word of it. No woman would venture such a thing in a crowded church in these countries; the best China leaf would not stand. This is amply proved by observation; for with the exception of Clarissa and one or two more in