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waiting-hall ; but none of the domestic negroes 

 sleep in the house, all going home at night to their 

 respective cottages and families. 



Cornwall House itself stands on a dead flat, and 

 the works are built in its immediate neighbour- 

 hood, for the convenience of their being the more 

 under the agent's personal inspection (a point of 

 material consequence with them all, but more par- 

 ticularly for the hospital). This dead flat is only 

 ornamented with a few scattered bread-fruit and 

 cotton trees, a grove of mangoes, and the branch 

 of a small river, which turns the mill. Several of 

 these buildings are ugly enough ; but the shops of 

 the cooper, carpenter, and blacksmith, some of 

 the trees in their vicinity, and the negro-huts, em- 

 bowered in shrubberies, and groves of oranges, 

 plantains, cocoas, and pepper-trees, would be 

 reckoned picturesque in the most ornamented 

 grounds. A large spreading tamarind fronts me 

 at this moment, and overshadows the stables, 

 which are formed of open wickerwork; and an 

 orange-tree, loaded with fruit, grows against the 

 window at which I am writing. 



On three sides of the landscape the prospect is 

 bounded by lofty purple mountains ; and the variety 

 of occupations going on all around me, and at the 

 same time, give an inconceivable air of life and ani- 

 mation to the whole scene, especially as all those 

 occupations look clean, — even those which in Eng- 

 land look dirty. All the tradespeople are dressed 



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