302 THE TOMB PETER BOITE THE GARDENS. 



On arriving at our destination, we were sadly dis- 

 appointed ; as we had formed the idea, that we 

 should see a stately mausoleum erected over the 

 remains of two such renowned characters. A dilapi- 

 dated sandstone monument, enclosed by an iron rail- 

 ing, was, however, the only memorial by which to dis- 

 tinguish their last resting-place. On this monument 

 there had once been a tablet, which either the ruth- 

 less hand of time, or the eagerness and avidity of 

 curiosity-hunters, had rendered illegible. The latter 

 class of persons, we were assured, had carried the 

 greater part of it away piecemeal, notwithstanding 

 the notice, printed in French and English, which 

 forbids trespass. 



Inquiring from our chaperon for the other "lions" 

 of the port, we were shown the Peter Boite Moun- 

 tain, and were assured that a view from its lofty 

 summit was well worth the trouble of ascending ; 

 but, unaccustomed as we were to the seething heat 

 of the sun ashore, we were not at all anxious to 

 attempt such a task. 



Close by the tomb there are beautiful botanical 

 gardens, a visit to which disclosed to us the beauties 

 of tropical vegetation. Here the pine-apple, bananas, 

 clove, nutmeg, allspice, coifee, and other plants, 

 bloomed in luxurious profusion. There were, too, many 

 of the products of the temperate climes : presenting 

 to an American's eyes the aspect of a great hot-house. 

 The walks and drives through these splendidly ar- 

 ranged grounds are of the most beautiful descrip- 

 tion. 



Having satiated our appetites for seeing and tasting, 

 we retraced our way to the city; and I sat tlown 



