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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 ifever 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 
