308 A DAY IN THE WOODS OF JAMAICA. 



to myself, as I muse upon the past, and recall the 

 beauteous scenes, How I should delight to transport 

 myself in a moment, as by an electric telegraph, to the 

 summit of Bluefields Peak, or to the sombre glooms 

 of Kotherwood, or to the sunny glades of the Kepp, 

 and spend just one long day in re-exploring there ! I 

 shall never see them again in this body, for those 

 sweet ties that advertisers strangely call "incum- 

 brances" have clustered round me, and gray hairs are 

 peeping out of my head and beard, and mere loco- 

 motion has not the charm that it once had ; but I 

 sometimes think that, when the Lord Jesus, bringing 

 in the times of restitution of all things, shall clothe 

 this sin-pressed globe with far more than pristine 

 glory and loveliness, and I have put on the resurrec- 

 tion body, fashioned in His likeness, to whose incor- 

 ruptible, immortal powers time and space will be as 

 nothing, one of the myriad joys reserved for me may 

 be the looking again upon those gorgeous scenes of 

 beauty, which, even as I have already seen them, are 

 so little marred by the sin of man, and retain so much 

 of Paradise, the mountain- woods of glorious Jamaica. 



There may be a few of my readers, to whom it will 

 not be disagreeable to accompany me in imagination, 

 while I tax memory, and try to paint, in poor and 

 feeble words, a few of the features and objects that 

 would vividly strike a stranger's fancy, who had never 

 before been out of Europe. 



It is our first visit, then, to a tropical land. The 

 ship that brought us hither has cast anchor in a bay 



