CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ, 
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Hac die pectus, rigidum dolorem 
Sentit, et luctum lacrymae sequuntur, 
Dum Ducem nostrum, Demerara^ ab oris 
Cedere cerno. 
Te, procellosos pelagi tridenti 
Qui regis fluctus, precor o seeundo 
Numine adsis, dum liquido carina 
^quore fertur. 
General Carmichael was governor of Demerara 
in 1812, the year in which I took a final leave of the 
Estates, and went far into the interior of Guiana, in 
quest of the wourali poison. ( See The Wanderings.) 
The general had one of the most difficult tempers 
in the world to manage,. His disposition was gene- 
rous, but at the same time it was exceedingly fiery ; 
although his ire soon subsided, unless it had received 
extraordinary and repeated provocation. He had 
such a profound veneration for royalty, that I do 
believe he would have sent his own brother out of 
tlie house, had he heard him speak with levity of 
the Prince Regent of England. 
In person he was shrivelled and weatherbeaten, 
and of diminutive stature ; but he was wonderfully 
active, and vigorous in mind, notwithstanding his 
great age; for he must have been bordering on 
seventy at the time that he succeeded to the go- 
vernment of Demerara. My intimacy with him had 
a singular origin. 
Knowing that I should spend very little time in 
the civilised parts of the colony, I had not paid my 
respects at head quarters after the general had 
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