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man as to perspire invincibly under the eyes of an interesting girl. In the same pew with me and right opposite was seated one of the prettiest girls in the West Indies. Though a creole, Clarissa had as dazzling a carmine on her cheeks as an English beauty; her features, though perhaps approaching to what the French call minces, were sharp and delicate; her forehead rather too low, and her chin a little too pointed; but then her figure was rich in all the fascinations of tropical girlishness. As to the story about rouge, I do not believe one word of it. No woman would venture such a thing in a crowded church in these countries; the best China leaf would not stand. This is amply proved by observation; for with the exception of Clarissa and one or two more in Barbados, (but they had both lived a long time in England,) I never saw a lady's cheek which had one jot of rose. A Briton may well say, LĂ sont les lis, les roses sont ici. The best was certainly pure lily; the next like thin vellum or Bath outsides; the worst as the parchment of a deed on which the statute of limitations may have run. For all this, I like the Creole ladies, especially the dear Barbadians; they are all so kind and modest and unaffected; though few of them are wellinformed, yet they are simple-hearted and docile, and a sensible man might make any thing of them; they are eminently domestic and