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February 11. (Sunday.) 

 I reached Cornwall about three o'clock, after an 

 excursion the most amusing and agreeable that I 

 ever made in my life. Almost every step of the 

 road presented some new and striking scene ; and 

 although we travelled at all hours, and with as 

 little circumspection as if we had been in England, 

 1 never felt a headach except for one half hour. 

 On my arrival, I found the satisfactory intelligence 

 usually communicated to West Indian proprietors. 

 My estate in the west is burnt up for want of 

 moisture ; and my estate in the east has been so 

 completely flooded, that I have lost a whole third 

 of my crop. At Cornwall, not a drop of rain has 

 fallen since the 16th of November. Not a vestige 

 of verdure is to be seen ; and we begin to appre- 

 hend a famine among the negroes in consequence 

 of the drought destroying their provision grounds. 

 This alone is wanting to complete the dangerous 

 state of the island ; where the higher classes are 

 all in the utmost alarm at rumours of Wilberfbrce's 

 intentions to set the negroes entirely at free- 

 dom ; the next step to which would be, in all pro- 

 bability, a general massacre of the whites, and a 

 second part of the horrors of St. Domingo : while, 

 on the other hand, the negroes are impatient at 

 the delay ; and such disturbances arose in St. 

 Thomas's in the East, last Christmas, as required 

 the interposition of the magistrates. They say 



