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wound up by asking for a holiday, which was granted. Most of the 
leading merchants of Kingston were at the dock to say good-bye, 
and they followed me on board. The gallant captain had the good 
ship “ Alpha” gayly decorated with flags. The last bellrang. “All 
ashore !” was shouted from the bridge, and soon after the good ship 
began to move slowly from the dock. We were stormed at by the 
crowd on the dock with a perfect fusilade of oranges. The blue 
mountains of Jamaica by degrees receded from our view until they 
became specks on the horizon, and lovely Jamaica became but a 
beautiful memory. Leaving kind hearts behind us, we were rolling 
home to meet loving hearts in Canada: sky above, ocean beneath, 
trusting in Him ‘“ whose arm hath bound the restless wave.” Clear 
and distinct as is the lovely picture of Jamaica on my mind, and 
charming as everything was to me, yet after all there’s no place like 
home. 
To the tourist who may desire to escape our winter months and 
has the money to spend, I say go to Jamaica between November 
and April. To the invalid who requires to recuperate, I say under 
advice go to Jamaica, to some such delightful spots as Mandeville, 
St. Annes, Brownstown—anywhere among the oranges and the 
odours of a thousand flowers. But for a land to live in, year in and 
year out, give me dear old Canada. No doubt about it, for a 
healthy life and the land for a happy home, there’s no place under 
the blue sky to compare with Canada. 
Each country is the complement of the other in articles of 
produce, and as regards climate, many from the West Indies who 
can afford it will pay Canada a visit during their summer or hotter 
months, while Canadians who need it or desire it will take a run to 
the island of eternal summer during our winter, and each while 
enjoying their respective trips will do much to strengthen trade 
relations. But life for life, land for land—all in all—who would 
change? NotI! Canada for me ; the Maple Leaf forever! 
Years have passed and gone since I left Jamaica, but its 
enchanting beauties are continually spreading out before me like a 
lovely panorama, and seems to me like a mid-summer dream. A 
word or two more and I have done. I felt as I said good-bye, and 
grasped the hands of warm-hearted friends, that friendships had been 
made that would last through life. I can never forget Jamaica and 
