comes no more-Ha! man! stand a little bit.You will not be dead six minutes before the devil will catch you, put you in the bilboes, and set twenty thousand drivers on you. They have no cattle-whip, but they will poke you with fire stick till your teeth grind to the roots. Death will come no more.-You may be hungry till your entrails twist to pieces, they will give you no plantains-nothing but lead, and that only as hot as h—ll,—it will burn a hole in your belly.-Your tongue will roast with fever, they will give you no water-there is not a drop there-only boiling brimstone, nothing else to drink, till the flames come through your nose. You think to run away!-you will never see the dayyour foot will roast in the red hot bilboes for

twenty thousand years. The tear in your

eye will boil like a pot, yet death will come no more Sleep will come no more, never to cool your eyes. Brethren, I am sorry for you. The sinful souls go every one straight to hell-you are all sinfui-you are born in sin. You think that is not your fault? Pshaw! did not your father do it? Picanini (children) must pay their father's debts. You must have only one wife, or your children

will be roasted. Brethren, I am sorry for you. Do you think for what G-d Al-y gives you black girls-only for traps to catch your sinful souls. The Bible says they are painted sepulchres-they cheat your eyes-they are all rotten."

The negroes ha e no idea of any traps but rat-traps

CHAPTER XVIII.

January 15.

BEFORE I left Mr. Mathew's Pen, he had proposed to me an expedition by water from Pedro, as far as Milk River, or Old Harbour, on my tour to Spanish Town, and had agreed to send his canoe to meet me there, or rather to come with it himself; but he had been delayed so long by the sea breezes, which blow always from the east, that I had imagined he repented of the proposal, and had left me to find my way by land, which I was preparing to do, when a black chargé d'affaires arrived at Herenhausen with a summons for me to repair to the sea-side. I took leave of the kind Israelite, and of the amiable Miss Neville, at the place of embarkation, having sent my domestics with the horses and mules by land to wait for me at Milk River,' and went on board the canoe at four o'clock in the

afternoon of the thirteenth with my radical friend, duly equipped for a marine excursion.

The sea breeze still blew with violence, and we could make but little way against it, though we had six stout rowers; but as the sun declined the wind gradually abated, and finally ceased altogether. The swell of the sea abated with it, and before night the ocean became almost as tranquil as the rosy sky above it, where a few flickering clouds of the brightest gold still journeyed onward toward the orb that yet illumined them, as he stooped beneath the wilderness of waters, drawing after him a radiant train of glorious and dazzling light, to be his ministry in the new world to which he was hastening. The canoe was provided with an awning to keep off the night dews, and with mattresses, cooking utensils, and plenty of provisions. As the wind abated, the spirits of our rowers increased, the little bark flew from their strokes, and seemed to bound over the yet lingering billows of the vexed Atlantic that flashed beneath its prow. Every wave we breasted sparkled in the contact, opened to us a furrow of fire as we traversed it, and retained a glittering track of light that marked

our course long after we had passed it. The evenings are really magnificent in the tropics, but, like many other beauties, they pass away so quickly, that one can scarce feel the pleasure of beholding them, before they have vanished from our sight. It seemed to me, as I watched the departure of the sun and the rapid decrease of the twilight, that the stars, instead of making their debut, as in more northerly regions, gradually and in proportion to their magnitude, rushed as it were en masse into the firmament, and filled the canopy of heaven with a profusion of orbs, which those northerly regions never behold. The land-wind soon began to roll down its perfumes from the hills, no less agreeable than its freshness; our mariners were relieved from their oars, the sail was hoisted, and we scudded merrily over the yet heaving deep, and passed capes and promontories, from which we stood away, until we could at times but just distinguish the murmuring of the surge on the distant shore, as it was echoed from the impending rocks above. Some of these rocks, several hundred feet high, are called the White Horses; why, know not, as the most fanciful imagination