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gressive enrichment to the fortunate operator," but we would suggest a payment of the sum in German or Albata silver.

REVIEW.

NARRATIVE OF A RESIDENCE ON THE MOSQUITO SHORE.

"WHAT is there," says Shakspeare, "in a name?" Clearly nothing, or what living creature thinner-skinned than a rhinoceros would think of settling on the Mosquito Coast? Our epidermis twitches at the idea, settling and Mosquitoes! We should as soon think of courage and quietism, tickling and tranquillity, philosophy and fly-flaps, serenity and stingingnettles, nestling and gnats, calm and cantharides, bliss and a blister. No, nothing can settle there but the insects themselves.

But we are wrong; human creatures have located or attempted to do so on the Mosquito Coast, and amongst others Mr. Charles Young, who, however, did not stay to grow old there, but has returned to England and has composed a sort of Hand-book for emigrants to the same shore-not as one might suppose, to direct them, when, where, and how to slap and scratch, but to give the adventurers a notion of the manners and customs of the native tribes, the climate, seasons and productions of the country."

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This patriotic or philanthropic design the author has very fairly and fully carried out, and we should seriously recommend all such persons as look towards the Stinging Shore or a home, to read the book before engaging a passage to Cape Gracias à Dios. Emigrants are especially destined to be bitten-first by ship-brokers and colonial agents, before

embarking; next by nameless vermin on board, not to forget the sharks if they go overboard; and on arrival, not only by the natives, should they be cannibals, but by various bloodthirsty beasts, reptiles, and insects. It behoves the wanderer, therefore, to know beforehand to what mordants he will be exposed, in order properly to estimate his own powers of resistance and endurance; for example, whether on the coast in question, he could bear, or would choose to be bitten by, mosquitoes, sand flies, chegoe fleas, ants, and fire-ants, weewees (not, as Scotchmen would suppose, very small, but very large ants), galley wasps-whose bite is very bad-snakes, including the sawyer, the golden snake, the whip snake, the Tommy Goff, and the barber's pole-the bite of the two last being venomous—with perhaps a snap from a jaguar. Should the emigrant have nerve and hide strong enough to encounter such teeth and suckers, he will yet do well to consider whether he has stamina for those diseases which especially attack strangers, such as agues, intermittent fevers, or a stroke of the sun, the cure of which by the Spaniards and Ladinos is effected, on the authority of an English merchant and others, by a very strange process.

“They take a glass phial with a large mouth and half fill it with water, tying a piece of calico, &c. over the mouth, so that when it is turned over the water is prevented from escaping. They place the phial in the dew all night, and in such a situation as to be exposed to the influence of the sun till twelve o'clock next day; it is then applied to the head of the patient, mouth downwards, moved about gently till the place is found where the sun bas struck, which will be known by the water in the phial bubbling up; and, strange to say, it relieves the patient in a few minutes."

As to the aguish intermittents, let the emigrant as he values his temporal comfort and happiness beware of them— we know by painful experience the lingering torments from that slow poison, malaria, and that there is no remedy but

time, and a removal to an air in quality the very reverse of

that which inflicted the disease. But there are other fluids, it appears, equally fatal with malaria, and one, especially, which has been celebrated by Dibdin, Nothing like Grog.—

"One of them sung out in pretty good English, 'How do? me glad to see you long time you no come!' to which one of our countrymen who had been in the country before, and who knew the Indians, replied, "Tokoy plenty, English come live with you, bring plenty everything, too much;' on hearing which they testified the most lively satisfaction, not however forgetting to ask for grog."

And again

"Several Indians were luxuriously swinging in their hammocks made from the bark of a tree called maho, while others were squatting by a wood fire, smoking their short pipes. Now and then one would cry out, 'Ouple tapla ourike' (Friend, give me grog)."

"The population of the Cape must have been at one time numerous. It is said that they could once produce 1000 men capable of bearing arms; now they cannot muster 150-the smallpox and drunkenness having committed woeful ravages. I may well say, in the words of a celebrated writer, 'Unfortunate people! to have strangers come among them as friends, who have proved their deadliest foes. Unhappy countries! where man, for the sake of gain, destroys by liquid poison so many of the human race!"

Unhappy indeed! but oh, what will Father Mathew say— oh, what will Mr. Buckingham say,-what will all the temperance men and the teetotallers say,-what will anybody say, to drams of the fire-water being associated with spiritual. instruction!

"A short time since a missionary arrived for the purpose of giving them some idea of a future state. A house was speedily found for him, and he commenced preaching, and for a few Sundays he gave some of the chiefs a glass of grog each to entice them to hear him. At length, one Sunday a great number of the natives attended to hear the white stranger talk. this occasion the worthy and eloquent gentleman was more than usually eloquent, when one of the chiefs arose, and quietly said, 'All talk-no grog-no good!' and gravely stalked away, followed by all the natives."

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The influence of the moon.

"Great precaution ought to be observed in the use of fish, especially when the moon is at or near the full, when they must be eaten perfectly fresh. I know by experience how soon fish becomes unfit for use. Two or

three times the natives have come in after hauling the seine at twelve o'clock at night. I have had fish cut open, cleaned, dried, salted, and separately hung over a line, and well protected from the moon's rays, and yet in the morning they have been perfectly unfit for food, the moon having so much greater power here than in England. The same remark applies to pork when killed at the full it will split, as if rent asunder by some extreme force."

With the above precaution, the settler on the Mosquito Coast may feast like an otter, the sea and river furnishing, amongst others, mullet, calipever, snook, drummer, sun-fish, angel-fish, jew-fish, topham, sheep-head, stone bass, grouper, king-fish, baracouta, snapper, yellow and red mouth grunts, rock-fish, parrot-fish, trunk-fish, carvalho, Spanish mackerel, June-fish, butter-fish, and old wife. Moreover he may have turtle for the catching, or in barter, a green one, of threehundred weight, for eight yards of Osnaburg, value two dollars. Then for flesh, fowl, and fruit,-but the catalogue is too long to quote, and we must refer the outward bound to the book itself, a small one indeed, but into which Mr. Young has crammed a great deal of information. It seems written with perfect good faith, without, as he avers, any "distortion, exaggeration, or suppression of truth," and will therefore prove an useful guide to such bold, thick-skinned, or phlegmatic, persons as may propose, in spite of the gnats, sand-flies, chegoes, fire-ants, and wee-wees, to settle on the Mosquito Coast.

[It was in the July of this year that the ill-fated "Pegasus " was lost, Among her passengers was poor Elton, the actor, who left a family unprovided for. A benefit was arranged for their assistance at the Haymarket, for which my father wrote the following Address, to be delivered by Mrs. Warner.]

ADDRESS.

HUSH! not a sound! no whisper! no demur!
No restless motion-no intrusive stir!

But with staid presence and a quiet breath,
One solemn moment dedicate to Death!

[A pause.

For now no fancied miseries bespeak
The panting bosom, and the wetted cheek;
No fabled Tempest, or dramatic wreck,
No Royal Sire wash'd from the mimic deck,
And dirged by Sea Nymphs to his briny grave!
Alas! deep, deep beneath the sullen wave,
His heart, once warm and throbbing as your own,
Now cold and senseless as the shingle stone;
His lips, so eloquent, choked up with sand;
The bright eye glazed, and the impressive hand,
Idly entangled with the ocean weed-

Full fathom five, a FATHER lies indeed!

Yes! where the foaming billows rave the while
Around the rocky Ferns and Holy Isle,
Deaf to their roar, as to the dear applause
That greets deserving in the Drama's cause,
Blind to the horrors that appal the bold,
To all he hoped, or feared, or loved, of old—
To love and love's deep agony, a-cold;

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