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of many a new comer, were daily passing down the Third 

 streets, in slow and mute procession to their last resting- 

 place. 



After staying a few days in the town, I went up the ^^^^^j^^"*:*^ 

 Deinerara to the former habitation of my worthy friend, creek. 

 Mr. Edmonstone, in Mibiri creek. 



The house had been abandoned for some years. On 

 arriving at the hill, the remembrance of scenes long past 

 and gone, naturally broke in upon the mind. All was 

 changed ; the house was in ruins, and gradually sinking 

 under the influence of the sun and rain ; the roof had 

 nearly fallen in ; and the room, where once governors 

 and generals had caroused, was now dismantled, and 

 tenanted by the vampire. You would have said, 



" 'Tis now the vampire's bleak abode, 

 'Tis now the apartment of the toad : 

 'Tis here the painful Chegoe feeds, 

 'Tis here the dire Labarri breeds 

 Conceal'd m ruins, moss, and weeds." 



On the outside of the house, nature had nearly re- 

 assumed her ancient right : a few straggling fruit-trees 

 were still discernible amid the varied hue of the near 

 approaching forest ; they seemed like strangers lost, and 

 bewildered, and unpitied, in a foreign land, destined to 

 linger a little longer, and then sink down for ever. 



I hired some negroes from a woodcutter in another hn" thT'^ 

 creek to repair the roof ; and then the house, or at least dwelling. 



