Six months in the West-Indies, in 1825

DOMINICA. ROSEAU BAY - MORNS BRUCE - ROSEAU—JOHN BENT— THE CHURCH - MR.AUDAIN AND HIS ADVENTURES MR. NISDETT SCENERY OF DOMINICA THE SOUFRIERES, OR VOLCANOS FROG-EATING JIMENO, THE CATHOLIC PRIEST - THE-CARIBS, AND THEIR LONGEVITY. W E left St. Pierre on the 20th with a fresh breeze at E. by S., but it soon died away as usual under the lee of the island, and afterwards the wind was so light that, like Columbus, we did not creep into Roseau Bay till early on Sunday morning. There was only one merchant-ship lying at anchor, with two or three small sloops, and the few stragglers on the shore with the dirty row of storehouses gave me an impression of want and depopulation. The landscape behind the town is beautifully grand; indeed the whole prospect from the edge of Morne Bruce, a lofty tablerock occupied by the garrison, is one of the very finest in the West Indies. The valley runs up for many miles in a gently inclined plane between mountains of irregular heights and shapes, most of which are clothed up to their cloudy canopies with rich parterres of green coffee which perfumes the whole atmo-