will say your heirs? you 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 containing 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 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 Barbados, (but they had both lived a long time in England,) I never saw a lady's cheek which had one jot of rose. A Briton may

well say,

Là sont les lis, les roses sont ici,

The best were certainly pure lily; the next like

thin vellum or Bath outsides; the worst as the parchment of a deed on which the statute of limitations may have run. For all this, I like the creole ladies, especially the dear Barbadians; they are all so kind and modest and unaffected; though few of them are well-informed, yet they are simple-hearted and docile, and a sensible man might make any thing of them; they are eminently domestic and affectionate. But for the Aurora blush upon Eugenia's cheek...indeed, fair Creoles, you have no idea of it!

An Englishman must visit foreign lands before he can conceive how prodigal nature has been in showering down beauty and heavenliness upon his own countrywomen. There are so many coxcombs, poets and others, who affect to talk about the cold beauties of the north, and of course the warm, perhaps the hot, beauties of the south, that many foolish people, who have never crossed the Channel, really think they are paying a high compliment when they say that such an one is quite French, or another a perfect Italian. As if a name made any difference in the thing! We all remember that great Dutch Circassian, the Persian's woman, and

Her eyes' blue languish and her golden hair! Ah! Master Collins!