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It was fortified during the last war with France, and Fourth 



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bravely defended by an English captain. 



In a few hours from Martinico, you are at St. Lucie, St. Lucie, 

 whose rough and towering mountains fill you with sublime 

 ideas, as you approach its rocky shore. The town 

 Castries is quite embayed. It was literally blown to Castries, 

 pieces by the fatal hurricane, in which the unfortunate 

 governor and his lady lost their lives. Its present forlorn 

 and gloomy appearance, and the grass Avhich is grown up 

 in the streets, too plainly show that its hour of joy has 

 passed aAvay ; and that it is in mourning, as it were, with 

 the rest of the British West Indies. 



From St. Lucie, I proceeded to Barbadoes in quest of 

 a conveyance to the island of Trinidad. 



Near Bridge-town, the capital of Barbadoes, I saw the barbadoes. 

 metallic cuckoo, already alluded to. 



Barbadoes is no longer the merry island it was when I 

 visited it some vears ago : — 



Infelix habitum, temporis hujus habet." 



There is an old song, to the tune of La Belle Catharine, 

 which must evidently have been composed in brighter 

 times : — 



" Come let us dance and sing, 

 While Barbadoes bells do I'ing; 

 Quashi scrapes the fiddle string. 

 And Venus plays on the lute." 



Quashi' s fiddle was silent ; and mute was the lute of 



