island. It may naturally be asked, whether a body of persons, so constituted, show any tendency to disquietude or disaffection. To such an enquiry the answer is most satisfactory; they are remarkable for their loyalty the zealous friends and supporters of the British Government! On the 7th of the Second month, we took our leave of our warm-hearted friends. Maria Dalrymple, who had lodged and boarded us, so greatly to our comfort, refused to receive a penny of repayment; but we at length persuaded her to take the doubloons which were her due, with our permission that she should apply them to charity. Our colored brethren accompanied us to the vessel. We parted from them, under the feeling of christian love and friendship; and as the lateness of the season precluded a farther windward voyage (consistently with our other objects) we set sail for St. Thomas. The wind which, as a matter of course, we hoped to enjoy in our favor, now" hauled" to the westward, and blew strongly ahead. Such are the trials of patience to which one is often exposed at sea. As we slowly receded from Dominica, we amused ourselves with the following memorandum of its history and its charms. 'Twas on the christian's day of rest, The gallant knight of the western star, And traced thy shadowy bays. Clouds and mists were over thee flung, And the mountain torrents roared; But soon thou wast mantled o'er with smiles, When the sunbeam broke thro' thy deep defiles, And o'er the loveliest of the isles, Beauty and grace were poured. The crumpled sheet in the veteran's hand, The parent of three hundred rills, A fathomless lake was found; The monkeys, voluble in chat, Blazed many a bird unskilled to sing, And the sprite that hums on the lustred wing, Glanced o'er thy flowery shore. Far from the haunts of civil men, O'er brake and thicket, glade and glen, A hardy, yet a harmless race, That never saw the white man's face, The serpent to their bosom pressed, Then circling, stole their soil; Their native freedom sank in chains, Were slavery, stripes, and toil. As melts beneath the scorching sun, So melted from their father land, A few that bear the Caribb's name, Their native fires for ever gone, Not so the sorrow-stricken race, From home and kindred torn; In pestilential cabins pressed, Robbed of their wages, scourged, distressed, Then hail, the holy, happy day, When all their chains were cast away, Thy verdant hills shall flow with peace, Our voyage continued four days. Having lost all sight of land, and being without any means of calculating longitude, we were, at length, very much at a loss to conjecture our true position. According to the Captain's reckoning, we were yet far away to the east; but our own calculations brought us on a line with Santa Cruz. This opinion proved to be correct. On the break of day, one morning, we found ourselves approaching that island. Although bound for St. Thomas, we now thought it advisable to change our course, and soon found ourselves safe at West End, in the midst of the cordial welcomes and congratulations of our friends. We were a good deal wearied by long-continued excitement and exertion, and found in their society, for a few days, just that refreshment both of body and mind, which was suited to our need. One change which had taken place during the seven weeks of our absence, was remarkable. When we were there before, the subject of slavery was almost unmentionable; now we could scarcely find time to answer the enquiries made of us, respecting the working of emancipation in the islands to the windward. Many of the planters openly professed their willingness to emancipate their slaves, if compensation were but granted. The question of compensation lies between the planters and the Danish Government; and we sincerely hope that the latter will exercise all due liberality on the occasion. Nevertheless, it is clear, that in pure justice, this question can never bar the infinitely higher claim of a third party-that is, the negro -to a property in his own person. I am, &c. &c. LETTER VII. JAMAICA. MY DEAR FRIEND, Flushing, L. I. Sixth month (June) 8th, 1840. Our second visit to Santa Cruz afforded us an opportunity of uniting with twenty or more of the boarders there-individuals with whom we had formed a highly agreeable acquaintance-in chartering the ship Whitmore, Captain B. Watlington. It was agreed that the rest of the company should leave Santa Cruz, in the course of the Third month, (March) and after a cruize among some other islands, call for us at Jamaica, and convey us, by Havana, to the United States. For ourselves, we set sail, on the 18th of the Second month, (February) in our little brigantine, intending to land at Jaquemel, a port of the southern coast of Hayti, on our way to Jamaica. Our kind friends, the planters of Santa Cruz, loaded us with presents of oranges, shaddocks, syrup, new sugar, &c. for our use during the voyage, and heartfelt was our mutual expression of good wishes, on our departure from the island. We now had the delightful trade wind directly in our favor. Our course lay along the southern shore |