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ing of the Rising Sun, the New Moon, Venus, Hunter, Eolus, and 

 Lucifer, having tried in vain to water at Valparaiso, put into Quin- 

 tero, where he erected a half-moon battery, and sent his mariners 

 ashore to protect his people while wooding and watering. He calls 

 Quintero a port second to none for shelter, safety, fish, and water. 

 After him, our countryman Cavendish, and I think some of the buc- 

 caneers, attempted to settle here ; but the jealousy of the Spaniards 

 soon expelled them. 



Looking from the house, just where the eye rests upon the grace- 

 ful sweep of the bay, backed by the cordillera, a beautiful fresh-water 

 lake seems to repose within its grassy banks. Little hills rise from 

 it in every direction partially covered with brushwood, partly shaded 

 by groves of forest trees; and herds of cattle may be seen, morning 

 and evening, making their accustomed migration from the wood to 

 the open plain, from the plain to the wood. 



The house of Quintero is as yet but just habitable ; great part of 

 it being unfinished. Like other houses in Chile, it is of one story 

 only. The rooms are placed in detached groups, and promise to 

 be very agreeable when finished. But who could think of the house 

 when the master is present ? Though not handsome, Lord Cochrane 

 has an expression of countenance which induces you, when you have 

 looked once, to look again and again. It is variable as the feelings 

 that pass within ; but the most general look is that of great benevo- 

 lence. His conversation, when he does break his ordinary silence, 

 is rich and varied ; on subjects connected with his profession, or his 

 pursuits, clear and animated ; and if ever I met with genius, I should 

 say it was pre-eminent in Lord Cochrane. 



After dinner we walked to the garden, which lies in a beautiful 

 sheltered spot, nearly a league from the house. At the entrance lay 

 several agricultural implements, brought by His Lordship for the 

 purpose of introducing modern improvements into Chile, the country 

 of his adoption. The plough, the harrow, the spade, of modern 

 Europe, all are new here, where no improvement has been suffered 

 for centuries. Within the garden fence a space is devoted to raising 

 larch, and oak, and beech : the larch I should think peculiarly adapted 



