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Fancy with fo bright and rapturous a glee as the 

 greateft Philofopher had fcarce ever yet the hap- 

 pinefs to be touch'd with! In fhort, the jfineft 

 Pencil dare not prefume to paint out in Perfeftion 

 fo lovely a Landfkip, if I may be allowed the 

 term. I do not think I ever faw there, one fingle 

 Day, which was entirely free from Clouds ) for 

 there were always fome few to be obferved to- 

 wards the Evening of the very cleareft, if not 

 fooner. 



2. My Friend from Chianne (which is about 

 eight miles diftant from Bajfe Terre) according 

 to promife met and dined with me there, before 

 we fet forwards for his Houfe. At firft we rode 

 thorough many Sugar Plantations, till we came 

 to the thick Woods, where now and then wc 

 paffed by a fmall Cotton Settlement, whofe hum- 

 ble and temperate PofTeflbr (Hermit like) lived 

 by vertue of his own and three or four Slaves 

 Labour, with far truer fatisfadtion in his lonely 

 Retirement, tlian can l^c found in ftately Palaces 

 or in the moft extravagant and luxurious Cities, 

 where (to ufe Milton\ Phrafe, book i, line 496.) 



'The ncife 



OfRjof afcends above their lofticjl Toivers^ 

 And Injury and Outrage : and 'when Night 

 Darh'fis the Streets ^ then "joander forth the Son^ 

 Of Belial foim mth hifok?ice and Wive. 



B 4 Cotton 



