and glorious for the slave :-and I will further advise the abolitionists not to indulge longer in that favorite theory which leads them to suppose that they can remedy in a day an evil which has existed for ages, lest in its fatal practice they one day behold bloodshed, murder, desolation, and destruction triumphing in the tropic isles, and laying waste the colonies of their country.

G G

"These free savages can never be any thing else but

a source of unmingled evil to the whole society."

Coleridge.

READER, I have done with slavery; I have said little about it, yet that little will serve, I think, to show what it is; judge now for yourself.

I will resume the narration of my memoirs. If I mistake not, my last pause was at George Town, in the very lovely island of Grenada, and near the sober threshold of a stone building of substantial memory, bearing the nomenclature of a methodist chapel.

I believe I mentioned all that was worth mentioning in the town, with the exception of sundry tales, hereafter to be told, of more than one of its inhabitants.

So now for the suburbs.

First, foremost, and most formidable, Fort George. This fortification is beyond all calculation beautiful and picturesque; you ascend, from the Carenage, one of those paved hills of purgatory before-mentioned,

and turning round by the Long Room, you are in two minutes on your way to the Fort.

By the way I must not pass the Long Room without a word on its own merits and those of its worthy owner:-therefore, know all men by these presents, that the said Long Room is by far the most useful apartment in George Town. It forms the first floor of a large brick building at the corner of the street, which, though not exactly a tavern, may be termed a house of accommodation for strangers of any note on their first arrival in the island; and a very comfortable and respectable dwellingplace is it, I swear by the manes of my aunt Josephine, an oath to me more binding even than the "kitchen poker" or the more classical waters of Styx.

But, for the Long Room, there would be no doing without it, it is not only a desirable but an indispensable. Is there a public ball, it is given in the Long Room; is there a militia dinner, the Long Room is the place where the members luxuriate on their turtle, and discuss their bottles of champagne; is there a soireé, a concert, or a déjeuné de grand façon, in the Long Room must the invited convene; is there a dance, on the chalked floor of the Long Room must the fair creoles of Grenada

even as do the lively and lovely débutantes of the fashionable world on the aristocratic plancher of Almacks.

But in more ordinary seasons, the Long Room is

the apartment where the inhabitants of Grenada are wont to kill time by perusing the journals of Great Britain, or playing billiards in the Grand Saloon; or drinking ginger-beer in the airy gallery of Red Pavé, which leadeth on one side to the printer of printers; or on the other, to the room of rooms.

But what has all this to do with Fort George? I said that in two minutes after passing the Long Room you would be on your way thither. The distance is, perhaps, a furlong, and the principal objects on the road, which by the way is rugged to a miracle, and most terrible to ascend, are a pretty English looking house, fronted with green trellis work, the great gates of the fort, the quarters of the ordnance storekeeper, and finally the drawbridge; pass this, and in another moment you are on the battlements of the citadel.

Here there is a refreshing breeze and a delightful prospect; signals for approaching vessels, waving on either flag-staff; barracks that contain some five and twenty artillerymen; guns to shoot with and to salute with; mortars that might throw shells, and shells that might be thrown by mortars.

This fort, which defends the entrance to the Carenage, and was formerly called Fort Royale, though pretty and unique, is not to be compared to the splendid range of fortifications that grace the Richmond Heights.

A few doors beyond the goodly domain of Miss Jenny Gosset, of ginger-beer celebrity, and opposite to Constitution Hill, before told of, is the road lead

ing to these forts, which road is not less worthy of a description than the forts themselves.

The first part of it is called Upper Montserrat, pourquoi je ne sais pas, and although only remarkable for a few clean dwellings and a great many dirty ones, is nevertheless a favorite promenade with many, not to say all, of the inhabitants of Grenada, or rather Georgetown.

After passing the residence of the chief judge, which may be termed the top of Montserrat, the road becomes more level, and the scenery more picturesque. A conspicuous object is the Government House, which is a noble building; and if not the most splendid in the West Indies, is certainly superior to any in the smaller islands; and is a credit. to the colony. It is built of brick, has a handsome exterior, and is delightfully situated on a pleasant and healthy spot, commanding a magnificent view of the surrounding scenery.

On one side it looks towards the town and harbour; and on the other, towards that most classical valley in the tropics, the Vale of Tempe.

Some distance beyond the Government House, is a point called the White Gun, where the road branches off in two directions, one leading to the country, and the other by a steep ascent to Richmond Hill.

After passing the guard-house, a little way up the hill is the mess-room; and the barracks for the men and officers are considerably beyond.

They are situated on the battlements of the first