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WANDERINGS IN 



THIRD JOURNEY. 



" Desertosque videre locos, littiisque relictum." 



Third Gentle reader, after staying a few months in England, I 



Journey. 



strayed across the Alps and the Apennines, and returned 



home, but could not tarry. Guiana still whispered in 

 my ear, and seemed to invite me once more to wander 

 through her distant forests. 



Shouldst thou have a leisure hour to read what follows, 

 I pray thee pardon the frequent use of that unwelcome 

 monosyllable I. It could not well be avoided, as will 

 be seen in the sequel. In February, 1820, I sailed from 

 the Clyde, on board the Glenbervie, a fine West- 

 Indiaman. She was driven to the north-west of Ire- 

 land, and had to contend with a foul and wintry wind 

 for above a fortnight. At last it changed, and we 

 had a pleasant passage across the Atlantic. 



Yellow fe- Sad and mournful was the story we heard on entering 



VGr at Dc- 



merara. the rivcr Demcrara. The yellow fever had swept off 

 numbers of the old inhabitants, and the mortal remains 



