CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. IT 



Hac die pectus, rigidum dolorem 

 Sentit, et luctum lacrymae sequuntur, 

 Dum Ducem nostrum, Demerarae ab oris 



Cedere cerno. 



Te, procellosos pelagi tridenti 

 Qui regis fluctus, precor o secundo 

 Numine adsis, dum liquido carina 



JEquore fertur. 



General Carmichael was governor of Demerara 

 in 1812, the year in which I took a final leave of the 

 Estates, and went far into the interior of Guiana, in 

 quest of the wourali poison. (See The Wanderings.) 



The general had one of the most difficult tempers 

 in the world to manage. His disposition was gene- 

 rous, but at the same time it was exceedingly fiery ; 

 although his ire soon subsided, unless it had received 

 extraordinary and repeated provocation. He had 

 such a profound veneration for royalty, that I do 

 believe he would have sent his own brother out of 

 the house, had he heard him speak with levity of 

 the Prince Regent of England. 



In person he was shrivelled and weatherbeaten, 

 and of diminutive stature ; but he was wonderfully 

 active, and vigorous in mind, notwithstanding his 

 great age; for he must have been bordering on 

 seventy at the time that he succeeded to the go- 

 vernment of Demerara. My intimacy with him had 

 a singular origin. 



Knowing that I should spend very little time in 

 the civilised parts of the colony, I had not paid my 

 respects at head quarters after the general had 



