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rannical command; for, juftly fnfpeaing it, he had fet 

 out with a tent-barge to town a few hours before I 

 came, where he was no fooner carried to his lodgings 

 than he expired^ from the effeds of a burning fever, 

 and a broken heart. No man could be more regretted 

 than Captain Brant ; nor did Fourgeoud ever lofe a 

 better officer, or I a fincerer friend. 



This being the fecond commander dead in fo Ihort 

 a time, I quietly took for my motto — 



Hodie tibi eras mihi. 



But I was happily miftaken, and continued ftill as well 

 as ever I was in my life, following the advice of old 

 Caramaca, and bathing twice a day in the river; while 

 I defpifed flioes and dockings, as ufelefs and unneceffary 

 lumber. 



On the 20th of June, a few days after my arrival, I had 

 the honour to receive a vifit from the governor, Mr. Nep- 

 veu, on his return from his eftate Appecappe to Parama- 

 ribo, with whom I condoled on the lofs of his lady, who 

 had died very lately; I alfo received daily vifits from fe- 

 veral planters^ who complimented me with refrefhments 

 from their plantations : and here I had an excellent op- 

 portunity of acquainting myfelf with the cuftoms and 

 manner of livingr of thefe Weft-India nabobs. 



A planter in Surinam, when he lives on his eftate, 

 (which is but fcldom, as they moftly prefer the fociety 

 of Paramaribo) gets out of his hammock with the 

 § rifing 



