Heaven aloud for my safety--while the unfortunate Joanna (now but nineteen) gazing on me, and holding me by the hand, with a look ten thousand times more dejected than Sterne's Maria,--was unable to utter a word! !-----I perceived she was distracted---the hour was come---I exchanged a ringlet of their hair, and fondly pressed them both to my bosom :---the power of speech also forsook me, and my heart tacitly invoked the protection of Providence to befriend them.-Joanna now shut her beauteous eyes---her lips turned the pale colour of death--she bowed her head, and motionless sunk into the arms of HER ADOPTED MOTHER:----Here I roused all my remaining fortitude, and leaving them surrounded by every care and attention, departed, and bid GOD BLESS THEM!!!'

The vessel which captain Stedman finally embarked sailed on the 1st of April, 1777. Out of near 1,200 able-bodied men about 100 returned, but of these not 20 were in perfect health! After a sickly passage, the poor remains of this gallant corps were on the 3d of June put on board six lighters on the Dutch coast, which were appointed to transport them to Bois-le-Duc, in which town they were to be completed, and do the duty as part of the garrison. On leaving the vessels we were,' says our author, saluted with nine guns each; which having returned with three cheers, we set sail for the place above mentioned. As we passed in the lighters through the inland towns, such as Saardam, Haerlem, and Tergow, I thought them truly magnificent, particularly the glass painting in the great church of the latter; but their inhabitants, who crowded about us, from curiosity to see us, appeared but a disgusting assemblage of ill-formed and ill-dressed rabble, so much had my prejudices been changed by living among the Indians and blacks: their eyes seemed to resemble those of a pig; their complexions were like the colour of foul linen; they seemed to have no teeth, and to be covered over with rags and dirt. This prejudice, however, was not against these people only, but against all Europeans in general, when compared to the sparkling eyes, ivory teeth, shining skin, and remarkable cleanliness of those I had left behind me. But the most ludicrous circumstance was, that during all this we never once VOL. I. 3 D

considered the truly extraordinary figure that we made ourselves, being so much sun-burnt and so pale, that we were nearly the colour of dried parchment, by heat and fatigue; and so thin, that we looked like moving skeletons; to which I may add, that having lived so long in the woods, we had perfectly the appearance of wild people; and I in particular, very deservedly, obtained the characteristic title of le savage Anglois, or the English savage. In this state we arrived, on the 9th, at the town of Bois-le-Duc, where the troops were finally disembarked.

Thus ended, perhaps, one of the most extraordinary expeditions that was ever undertaken by European troops; and to which only the exploits of the American buccaniers have any, and even that a very distant, resemblance.'

Captain Stedman now bade a lasting farewell to colonel Fourgeoud's regiment, being transferred by the prince of Orange to general Stuart's regiment, and shortly after raised to the rank of major in this Scottish corps. His faithful black boy Quaco he presented to the countess of Rosendaal, who not only christened him by the name of Stedman, but promoted him to be her butler. Colonel Fourgeoud had scarcely arrived in Holland when he died, and was buried at the Hague with military honours.

When the war broke out between the States of Holland and Great Britain, captain Stedman, with most of the principal officers in the Scots brigade, resigned. The very day he left the Dutch service, the prince of Orange complimented him with the rank of lieutenant-colonel. On the 18th of June, 1783, all these officers had the honour to kiss his majesty's hand at St. James's, and the same month were voted half-pay by the house of commons, according to the rank in which each individual had served while abroad..

I must now,' says this gallant and feeling soldier, draw this narrative to a conclusion, by once more mentioning the name of Joanna, and acquaint the reader, that, alas! JOANNA IS NO MORE!!!

In the month of August, 1783, I received the melancholy tidings from Mr. Gourlay (which pierced me to the soul) that

on the fatal fifth of November this virtuous young woman departed this life, as some suspected by poison, administered by the hand of jealousy and envy, on account of her prosperity, and the marks of distinction which her superior merit had so justly attracted from the respectable part of the colony.

'But she is no more!--Reader!--the virtuous Joanna, who so often saved my life, is no more! ! !----Her adopted mother, Mrs. Godefroy, who bedewed her beauteous body with tears, ordered it to be interred with every mark of respect, under the grove of orange-trees where she had lived. Her lovely boy was sent to me, with a bill of near 2007., his private property, by inheritance from his mother.--Soon after which expired both his very faithful guardians.

'This CHARMING YOUTH, having made a most commendable progress in his education in Devon, went two West India voyages, with the highest character as a sailor; and during the Spanish troubles served with honour as a midshipman on board his majesty's ships Southampton and Lizard, ever ready to engage in any service that the advantage of his king and country called for. But, oh!--he also is no more, having since perished off the island of Jamaica,'

NOTES

ON THE

WEST INDIES,

AND THE

COAST OF GUIANA.

By GEORGE PINCKARD, M. D.

THIS very amusing and instructive narrative was originally written for the private eye of a friend; but has been received by the public with a peculiar though well merited esteem. The editor has preserved the epistolary form as conveying a more lively, correct, and faithful representation of the author's feelings, than any other that could be adopted; he has also been careful to preserve every occurrence and observation of importance, and to relate it in the pleasing and amiable spirit of the original.

DR. PINCKARD was appointed one of the physicians attached to the staff of Sir Ralph Abercromby, who was invested with the command of the expedition destined for the West Indies in 1795. After waiting on the inspector-general at Southampton, the doctor was informed that his name was not upon the return of the Leeward island division, and that if it was upon the St. Domingo staff, he must proceed to join the expedition about to sail from Ireland. He therefore returned with Dr. Master to London, where they were ordered to proceed in the Ulysses armed transport to Cork. For this purpose, accompanied by Dr. Henderson, they proceeded to

Portsmouth to wait the arrival of the Ulysses from the Thames. After viewing the great objects which call forth the attention of the stranger in the Wapping of England, such as the ramparts, the dock-yard, the Haslar hospital, and the prisons, they lapsed into the dull round of the place, but our author's habit of correct observation continued in activity; and here we must begin to present our readers with some of his amusing remarks.

Portsmouth, Oct. 23d, 1795.

No tidings of the Ulysses! Four long days have passed away, since my arrival at this place, and I am still left in anxious uncertainty respecting my baggage, and my passage. The busy activity of this place occurs only at intervals, as when the fleet comes in, or is about to sail : at which periods the town becomes all crowd and hurry, for a few days, and then suddenly reverts to a languid intermission of dullness and inactivity.

In respect to streets, houses, markets, and traffic, Portsmouth is not unlike other country towns, but Portsmouthpoint, Portsea-common, and some other parts of the town have peculiarities which seem to sanction the celebrity the place has acquired. In some quarters, Portsmouth is not only filthy and crowded, but crowded with a class of low and abandoned beings, who seem to have declared open war against every habit of common decency and decorum. You know the strong desire I have to contemplate human nature, under all her varied forms, but those she here assumes, I am sorry to tell you, are uncommonly hideous and disgusting. The riotous, drunken, and immoral scenes of this place, perhaps, exceeds all others. Commonly gross obscenity and intoxication preserve enough of diffidence to seek the concealment of night, and, assuming a kind of decency, strive to hide themselves from the public eye; but, here, hordes of profligate females are seen reeling in drunkenness, or plying upon the streets in open day, with a broad immodesty which puts the great orb of noon to the blush. These daughters of Cypria are not only of manners peculiar, but likewise of such peculiar figure and