gineral called Tacon, who played old scratch among the assassins what used to invest the street at night, and even attack hinoffensive folk in the daytime. He ung 'em by scores and shot 'em by dozens, which settled stabbing for a while, tho' they still stilettos people now, which is awful. Mr. P. told us of a strange custom which exists here. There is a church called Belem in this town, which if a murderer reaches, he is saved. Sometimes the hassassin as to run for it; and if he outruns his pursuers and bolts into the sanctuary, he is saved, as the place is sacred, and his escape considered a miracle. Verily, Margery, miracles and murders will never cease, and he who runs may read, a process which I could never understand, seeing that I can't see in a homnibus or a coach.

The town is surrounded with walls and deep ditches; but they keeps no water in them, lest it would stagnate and hadd to the orrible smells about this place. Lower Thames Street is nothin to be compared to the stenches what abides in the streets here; and Bilinsgate and Ungerford, perfume factories as compared to the stores where they keeps dried fish and beef for the niggers. Its cuite pestiforous, cuite. This however is not the case hall over the town, thank eaven, and there are some fine ouses and streets, specially those of the haristocracy and the merchants, tho' I find the furniture miserably bad. Ah! we may well say, Old England's the place for comfort, and I shall be right glad ven I get home again. There's no place like home, none, and this place is full of shops kept by Katalans, a species of Spanyards as poor as a rat, who come here to make their fortunes, which they do in a considereble short time, and then return to Spain, all gents. of course, and as proud as Lucifers, unless they dies of the fever.

Clarissa will keep going a-shopping in the ot sun, and them quitrins are very dear. You know, Margery, how white my arms and neck and shoulders was when I left London; I was cuite a picture, cuite. Alas! you would not know me now, for they are as brown as beetles, and marked with musketers' and sandflies' bites as if they had the smallpox, the marks of which I fear I shall carry to the grave, wich is a serious thing. I have a slave-a negroess o' course-always ready to bathe my neck and arms when bitten, with a sort of rum that comes from the sugar-sticks.

I promised to describe a quitrin, and so I will. It's a thing on two weels, much larger than Handsome's patent cabs, with termendous long shafts, I don't know how many yards long, which swing hup and down quite helastic, fixed to the axeltrees and the saddle; the body is fixed upon two very broad leather straps also very helastic, so that when the shafts bobs up, the straps bobs down, and you feel nothen at all, and the wheels are very hie and wide apart, which prevents them being upset, as the roads out of the town are very bad, and full of holes. The driver sits on the back of the horse or the mule like a French postilyon, so that the poor annimal has to carry all the weight. If the Royal Society for putting down cruelty to annimals was to pay the Awana a visit, they'd have to make reports as long as London wall. Someow it appears to me that the horses are accustomed to it, and

custom, you know.... They frequently uses mules, which we ave of a fine breed, tho' they say mules don't breed, which passes my understanden. The hasses are also much hused, and carry provisions to market. It's hastonishen that hasses are a degraded genus hall over the globe: perhaps it is as they has no genus, for stupid people are all call'd hasses. Somehow I think, now that them railways are all the rage, that the howners of hasses will become less cruel for the sake of the parchment, hearin, as I have, that raleway shares are printed on the skin of them degraded beasts. Hasses now, like painters and hartists, will be happretiated and valued after death, specially when the shares are at premium.

As to the drivers or calesseros, they be dressed in the fantastikalist manner; they wear straw or beaver hats, with blue, green, yellow, or crimson jackets, all covered with gold and silver lace, but nothin like the Lord Mare's livery, for they wear jack boots like James the first without the feet, like greek leggins, which buckles on with silver buckles as large as sawcers. As to their spurs, why they be of silverpure silver and as large and as heavy as the tongs in our back parlour, which I suppose is meant for ballast to keep 'em steady.

We took a drive into the country a few days ago, and I was sadly disappointed. The country about here is very naked, and I see no corn-fiels or meadows-no pear, apple, peech, or damsen trees-no comfortable cottages like those in England. Mr. E. calls me a most prejudiced woman, and Clarissa bears all his opinions, saying that all the English who have not travelled is filled with prejudices like a balloon, as if I had not travelled. Says I, "Well may they be, for there is no country like ours anywhere;" and you may bless your stars, Margery, to be one of our blessed lady Victoria's subjects, that you may, for the hinns here are abominable, and the outs quite as bad. All you sees in this contry is the palm tree, the coko, the tamarind, and the horange trees. The first is what they make soap of in London; the second, not the coco you and I so often has for breakfast, but they bear nuts as big as the head of a new-born babe, filled with milk which is very nice, though I like Purt's ginger-beer and lemonade a deal better -there's no accountin for taste, you know. As for the tamarinds, they're only fit to make drink for those seized with fever; but the horanges are deliciousness itself, and I eat of them the live-long day. The country about this place puts me in mind of the days of Noah, for the women are half naked and the children in nudibus, as Mr. M'G. calls it some latin word no doubt connected with omnibus, having the same bus at the tail. As for the pigs, and there are more than I can count, they runs in and out of the ouses like irish ogs, which makes me think they was originally imported from O'Connell's land, they be such filthy beasts: the low people lives principally on them pigs, and no wonder they catches the leprosy. I think, Margery, Moses was a clever man, for I believe it was he or else Mohammet who told them original Jews not to eat ogs meat, knowing too well what would be the consequence in ot climates. But there's no accountin for the taste of people, specially low-bred people.

We often of an evening go and hear the band in the square opposite the captin-giniral's palace-it is here were the dons and donnas and all the fashionables assemble, and I must say it's amusing. After that we go to the Café and heat ices, which are very cold, and then go to parties, or else home to enjoy the breeze-after that the musketers sing Peter to sleep. Everybody here loves music, and it's curious to see the negroes and negroesses creep to the door of Clarissa's room when she plays on the piana, for Peter has ired one purposely. Even the black women in the streets, with cigars in their mouths, stop under the window and listen till she has done. They look for all the world like a regiment of lokomotifs, with the smoke hoosing out of their mouths as if they were letting off steam; and when Clarissa has done, they kick up such a bobbery, talking so gutteringly, like wentiroloquists, from their throats-and as to signs, Lor! they are like telegrafs signalising a ship on the orison, and they dance and show their teeth like monkeys who want to bite.

Talking of these negroes puts me in mind of London. Don't you remember, Margery, your going with me and Peter one day to Exeter Hall?-if you don't, I do. I think it was on the 1st of June, 1840, and we witnessed a grand meetin of them as makes such a to-do about the blacks, quite forgettin the whites; for I begin to hagree with Mr. P., that we give far too much money to them Missionary fellers, who, after all, are a spongin upon us, with their doleful tales; and the more I see of them niggers, the bigger fools we English be to waste our ard-earned money upon 'em. Yes, and there was Prince Albert in the chair, with a lot of lords, bishops, M. P.'s, and hothers, and that great brewer man, a hinflamin their minds, makin great speeches about the orrers and sin of slavery, which made us all believe that slavery was one of the most hawfullest things in the world. Upon which, Margery, everybody looked like a November day; checks were signed, money was flung into plates, and a himmense collection was made. Prince Albert gave £100, and scandalous people, for there be lots of them, said it did not come out of his pocket, but that it was returned to him, being a bait to draw out

the pockets of the company. Them saints knows how to throw sprats to catch herrings. And Mr. E., who laughs at us for being what he calls a lickspittled nation (Lor! Margery, that must be a American word) for running after kings, dukes, and people of title like mad as we do, as if we was slaves, subject to kingcraft, says, that it was like the chalk-hegg the farmer's wife puts of a night to tempt the enns to lay to. Now do you know, Margery, I think he is right, for I have seen the Londoners do such stupid things at meetins, if a duke-specially a royal duke-sit in the chair. What heggregeous foolishness won't they do, if our darling Prince Albert onors 'em with his royal presence? There's no withstandin his su have it her modo, as Mr. M'G. calls it, when he speaks Latin, which hinduced Peter, great fool as he sometimes is, to tip a five £ note, altho' he said at the time the speeches was all umbug, and called them people as sat on the platform thimble-riggers. Really, Margery, I think a statue ought to be subscribed for in oner of

dame umbug, seeing that she is as great a lady in London as dame Diehannah was at a heathen town called Hefesus.

Now what do you think they did with all the money? Peraps you forget, but I don't, for father O'Donnell, who is a monk in a convent here, and who accidentally made Peter's acquaintance, and often comes to see me and Clarissa, not for the sake of convertin of us, but to talk of England and Ireland, has been talking with us all about it. Well, the saints got Government to send out three steamers to some place in Africay, and all the men that was to go they said was unexceptional good people, what did not fear to face death under any shape in so holy a case. And these good men was to go up some river, and make all the black kings and their dingy wassals christians, by which means the slave-trade should be habolished, and teach them to grow wegetables. Alack-a-day! Margery, it was all to no purpose, for they had not been hemployed-no, not even a month, when nearly every hofficer and man was cut hoff by fever. Ain't it orrid? Then the few as arrived at a hisland called Fernandspo, or something like that, were next door to death. Father O'Donnell and Mr. P. have just been here discussing it, and they say it was a judgment of Providence, but I'm sure I do not know wherefore, that's true. And then they talked about them two Africay princes who was brought to England in their hinfancy to be reared and nurtured by the saints, and had become good and pious christians. They was intended to go with the xpedition to convert the whole of Africay, rather a difficult job I should say, and persuade them no longer to be kannibals. Mr. P. said them princes were great hepocrites, for they pretended to be saints in England, and when they got back to their native hair, they became the worsest of all profligates, for, orrid to relate, tho' I don't believe it, one of them seduced their own cousins, the king's daughters, who, poor sinful critturs, were beheaded, whilst their seducers escaped scott free. So much, Margery, for convertin cannibals, and spendin our thousands upon dirty black hethens, who, I verily believe, are alf men and alf monkeys.

Mr. P., who is very violent againt the Exeter Hall folks, says they ought to be tried for murder, for sending out so many victims on a wildgoose chase, all for no earthly purpose, save to keep people's minds on the keyvif, and swindle them out of money which would be better spent amongst the poor at home. Margery, he is right, and I won't give another penny to any Missionaries, or any hanti-slavery company; because, as Mr. P. says, they are the cause of the death of many of our countrymen, and also of the sufferings himposed upon the slaves.

One of the slaves employed on the plantation in which Peter is interested was here yesterday. Only think he says, he his the son of a king; and when I asked him if he would like to go back and see H. M. the king his father, he shook his head, saying, he'd rather be a slave here than go back to a countree where kings had not even a shirt to call their own, for them fellers run about start naked. It makes me laugh, when I think of all the bobbery that was kicked up about them African princes in London, and how they luncheoned with dukes, and breakfasted with bishops; it's only surprisin they has not come back—

but what's bred in the bone isn't to be got out of the flesh, and I dare say by this time they have become cannibals like their hancestors. If you feel hinclined to travel, never to go to Africay, Margery dear, for them fellers, if they caught you, would make a vol-au-vent of you, afore you could say "Snooks."

And now, Margery dear, I think it's time to conclude. I hope you'll be able to make out my ritin; and I really think when I go back to London, I'll go to Carstairs and take lessons, for it's hunpleasant to be out of practise, and I do make the awfullest letters. But I don't mind them to you, and I know you are anxious to know what we are doing. Take care of the ouse, and don't forget to tell Sally, if she catches any of them coves, to pop them into the Macassor, which I hope you have not used. Peter sends his respects, and Clarissa her duties, and I am,

Dear cousin Margery,

Your affectionate cousin,
POLLY SMITH.

"P.S. Mind and shake the curtains every week, for I dreamed last night of moths a heaten holes in them, and times are too bad to buy

new ones.

IMPORTS AND EXPORTS OF BERMUDA IN 1843-44.

AGGREGATE Value of Imports and Exports into and from the Bermudas for the years ended 5th Jan., 1844, and 5th Jan., 1845.