depicted on a single face. If discord now and then appeared, it was only between two husbands, jealous of their wives, or two wives jealous of their husbands. All were certain of turning their little commerce to account, and all were happy in the certainty. I was astonished to see the self-satisfaction with which a young negro girl deposited two dollars and a half in the corner of her handkerchief, and rising from her seat set off on her return to the estate, bearing on her head the empty tray which she had brought to town, a few hours before, laden with a young pig, poultry, and vegetables. I passed the market, and on my way through the town encountered Captain F- who said he was taking a ride because he had nothing better to do. I told him where I was going, and he proposed accompanying me. We turned out of the back street a little way above the church, and rode for some time along the most detestable of all detestable roads; at every five paces our horses were knee-deep in the mud, and God knows how we arrived at the entrance of the garden. However we did so at last, and now (6 I nous allons voir les choses." The Botanic Garden of St. Vincent is about half a mile from Kingstown. At its entrance formerly stood the residence of the gentleman in charge of the garden, which was in a most rich and flourishing condition, under the superintendance of a Mr. Anderson. Since the death of this gentleman it has fallen off gradually, and is at present going to ruin. The only improvement that has taken place is the destruction of the manager's house, and the erection, by the colony, of a very pretty cottage in its stead. This cottage is a sort of Government House; indeed there is no other in St. Vincent; yet the road leading to it is so bad, that few strangers on their first arrival would like to repair thither to pay their visits to the Governor. It is very well, and very pretty as a "maison de campagne;" but I think every Governor should have an establishment where he may represent his Sovereign with proper ceremony and etiquette. The old affair in the back street, thrice before mentioned, has been a splendid house in its day, but we shall live to see its fall yet. Great houses are like great men and great nations, their glory cannot last for ever. We see the first destroyed by time, the second by the axe of the executioner, and the third by a weight of poverty, a host of foes, or the bad management of a prime minister. But to return to the garden-it is no longer in a state of cultivation; it is no longer the favorite resort of learned and scientific men; the prolific nursery of a thousand luxurious fruits and lovely flowers; and though it contains still many scarce and valuable treasures, though there are the clove, the nutmeg, and the cinnamon, with many other trees and shrubs; though there are the most delicious fruits hanging on the branches above, and the fairest flowers blooming on the beds below; yet the fruits maintain not their former perfection, and the flowers bloom not in the pride of their ancient beauty. Poisonous and thriving weeds beset their tender stems, and deprive their roots of the earth's nourishment. The wily serpent now lies coiled in ease amongst the high blades of grass |