I took my leave of her three days ago with a heavy heart.

What a treasure of a woman." Returning to Antigua a few weeks later, he writes again in a sentimental vein very rare in him: "This country appears now intolerable, my dear friend being absent.

It is barren indeed.

English Harbour I hate the sight of, and Windsor I detest.

I went once up the hill to look at the spot where I spent more happy days than in any one spot in the world.