Sir John Kean's orders for the care of the soldiery.-A black girl sentenced to receive two dozen lashes for contempt.-The two children arrive from Kingston, and are given to Diana.-Adventure of a lady dis- guising herself as a negress, to try the honesty of her husband's slaves.-An Obeah man; contents of his cutacoo.-Diana's kindness of heart; our farewell.— We meet the old naked negress, who asks for a cala- THE island of Jamaica may well be called the Emerald of the Ocean, though in no respect similar to the green or brown island that lies to the West of Great Britain, the subject of so much song and panegyric. Jamaica may be compared to a large forest intersected by glades; not only the verdure, but the woods extend to the summits of the mountains. I landed at Falmouth, in the county of Cornwall, on the (20th December. The entrance of the harbour is narrow, and the navigation difficult, the water as clear as the purest crystal. I could see the rocks at its base, though they were between twenty and thirty feet beneath me. The land around the harbour is flat, but rises to the South into beautiful hills, crowned here and there with the huge bombax that rises out of these giant forests like a colossus among pigmies, who would be giants in turn to the pigmy woods of Great Britain. I was conducted to a lodging-house kept by a lady named Polly Vidal, of a mahogany tone of colour, who received me with great courtesy, and welcomed me to the island. I thought her a little inquisitive, as her questions crowded on me rather faster than I could reply to them, although she paid great attention to my answers, which is not always the case of those who think it necessary to interrogate. Her curiosity extended chiefly to my own concerns; who I was, where I came from; whether I had father, mother, uncles, or aunts in Jamaica. She cautioned me against night air, and scolded some younger damsels for peeping at me through the jealousies which communicated with the bed-chambers on each side of her hall. Some of these tawny fair ones were seated on the floor of the piazza, making shirts, or working muslin dresses, and came in now and then with some silly errand,, as I |