A WEEK AT PORT ROYAL. 


Saturday 21st April, 1855.—I have just visited 
Port Royal for a few days for sea air. My ailment, 
a degree of pneumonia, increases and diminishes so 
with changes of weather, that I am persuaded a de- 
cided sea-atmosphere will be an effectual alterative, 
and set up 4 new action in the system, and prove 
better to me than medicine. 
Port Royal isa place forthe memory. Her mis- 
fortunes have made her memorable. In the history 
of places reckoned among the great and famous of 
the Earth, she stands remembered as a terrible ex- 
ample. Like Tyre, she has had her princes of the 
sea taking up a lamentation for her. ‘* How art 
thou destroyed that wast inhabited of sea-faring men 
—the renowned city, —which wast strong in the Sea, 
—whose inhabitants caused terror on all that 
haunted it :—how were the isles troubled at thy de- 
parture.”—Ezek.ch.xxvi. Nothing can less be like 
Port Royal of the Earthquake than the miserable 
shadow of a shade, that bears the name, now.—_ 
“The city that trafficked in violence,”—lies ten fa- 
thom-deep, and the poor representative of it that has 
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