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CHAPTER XVIII. 
A NAIVE CONEESSION.-QUEEN DOWAGER AND PRINCESSES. UN¬ 
SOPHISTICATED NATURE.-A FLEET OF TURTLERS.-A HUNGRY 
SHARK.-HIS MAJESTY ON BOARD. 
Several years 5 subsequent intercourse with the Mos- 
quito shore has not served to obliterate the very 
pleasant impression made by the Sunday visit to 
Blewfields -which I have described in the previous 
chapter. 
That it contrasted favourably with Greytown in 
every respect was matter of general remark, and 
had it not been for the dusky complexion of the in¬ 
habitants, the light and airy nature of their costume, 
the waving palms, and the fierce tropical sun, we 
might have imagined ourselves in England,—so 
quiet, so orderly, and so respectfully observant of the 
Sabbath, were they all. Indeed, Protestantism has 
set its seal upon them, and with the aid of such a nu¬ 
cleus, let us hope the entire population may be speedily 
instructed and reclaimed, other churches and school- 
houses ere long dot the land, and, as a consequence, 
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