The luxuriant foliage expanding in magnificent variety, the brightness of the stars above, the dazzling brilliancy of the fireflies around me, the breeze laden with balmy smells, and the busy hum of insect life making the deep woods vocal, at first oppress the senses with a feeling of novelty and strangeness till the mind appears to hover between the realms of truth and falsehood.
THE TOWN OF BAHIA.
The town of Bahia looks very beautiful from the sea; but on entering you find it dreadfully filthy.

The stench of the lower town is horrible.

Even the President's palace is a dirty and wretched-looking building: his salary, I understand, is 600 pounds a year.

By the last returns the population of the town was 120,000, 100,000 of whom were blacks.

All the burdens here are carried by slaves as there are no carts and the breed of horses is small, being perfect ponies.
The exports are cotton and sugar--the cotton chiefly to Liverpool, the sugar to all European countries but England.