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gang), at least relieves my own, and after all, puts 

 even the former on much the same footing with 

 English day-labourers. 



But if I could be contented to live in Jamaica, 

 I am still more certain, that it is the only agreeable 

 place for me to die in; for I have got a family 

 mausoleum, which looks for all the world like the 

 theatrical representation of the " tomb of all the 

 Capulets." Its outside is most plentifully decorated 

 " with sculptured stones," — 



" Arms, angels, epitaphs, and bones." 



Within is a tomb of the purest white marble, raised 

 on a platform of ebony ; the building, which is 

 surmounted by a statue of Time, with his scythe 

 and hour-glass, stands in the very heart of an 

 orange grove, now in full bearing ; and the whole 

 scene this morning looked so cool, so tranquil, and 

 so gay, and is so perfectly divested of all vestiges 

 of dissolution, that the sight of it quite gave me an 

 appetite for being buried. It is a matter of per- 

 fect indifference to me what becomes of this little 

 ugly husk of mine, when once I shall have " shuffled 

 off this mortal coil; 55 or else I should certainly 

 follow my grandfather's example, and, die where I 

 might, order my body to be sent over for burial to 

 Cornwall ; for I never yet saw a place where one 

 could lie down more comfortably to listen for the 

 last trumpet. 



