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PORT ROYAL. 



I am not much struck with the beauty of the 

 city of Kingston. It is full of sand and dust^ 

 and looks like the skins of the dark portion of 

 its inhabitants^ dried up and dingy. It is, 

 however^ the largest and most important town 

 in Jamaica. I sleep here to-night at a very 

 noisy hotels and to-morrow proceed to Spanish 

 Town. 



Port Royal^ June 28th. L^homme propose 

 Dieu dispose. — I am still a prisoner within the 

 tropics^ and the delay has been marked by 

 severe illness, but I must take up the thread of 

 my story where I left off. The morning after 

 my arrival in Jamaica, I hired a carriage, and 

 went by a capital road to Spanish Town, which 

 is distant twelve miles from Kingston. By the 

 way, I breakfasted at a place called the Ferry, 

 first bathing in a clear stream in the garden of 

 the inn, which was not very prudent in the heat 

 of the day, and probably caused my illness. 



I remained but a day at Spanish Town, to 

 dine with Lord and Lady Sligo. In conse- 

 quence of a letter which had been sent to me 

 under cover to his lordship, pressing my return 



