would admit of.  The overseer, (manager,) Mr. Duncan, is an intelligent, active, business man, and on any other estate than Golden Grove, would doubtless be a personage of considerable distinction.  He conducted us through the numerous buildings, from the boiling-house to the pig-stye.  The principal complaint of the overseer, was that he could not make the people work to any good purpose.  They were not at all refractory or disobedient; there was no difficulty in getting them on to the field; but when they were there, they moved without any life or energy.  They took no interest in their work, and he was obliged to be watching and scolding them all the time, or else they would do nothing.  We had not gone many steps after this observation, before we met with a practical illustration of it.  A number of the apprentices had been ordered that morning to cart away some dirt to a particular place.  When we approached them, Mr. D. found that one of the “wains” was standing idle.  He inquired of the driver why he was keeping the team idle.  The reply was, that there was nothing there for it to do; there were enough other wains to carry away all the dirt.  “Then,” inquired the overseer with an ill-concealed irritation, “why did not go to some other work?” The overseer then turned to us and said, “You see, sir, what lazy dogs the apprentices are—­this is the way they do every day, if they are not closely watched.”  It was not long after this little incident, before the overseer remarked that the apprentices worked very well during their own time, when they were paid for it.  When we went into the hospital, Mr. D. directed out attention to one fact, which to him was very provoking.  A great portion of the patients that come in during the week, unable to work, are in the habit of getting well on Friday evening, so that they can go out on Saturday and Sunday; but on Monday morning they are sure to be sick again, then they return to the hospital and remain very poorly till Friday evening, when they get well all at once, and ask permission to go out.  The overseer saw into the trick; but he could find no medicine that could cure the negroes of that intermittent sickness.  The Antigua planters discovered the remedy for it, and doubtless Mr. D. will make the grand discovery in 1840.

On returning to the “great house,” we found the custos sitting in state, ready to communicate any official information which might be called for.  He expressed similar sentiments in the main, with those of Mr. Barclay.  He feared for the consequences of complete emancipation; the negroes would to a great extent abandon the sugar cultivation and retire to the woods, there to live in idleness, planting merely yams enough to keep them alive, and in the process of time, retrograding into African barbarism.  The attorney did not see how it was possible to prevent this.  When asked whether he expected that such would be the case with the negroes on Golden Grove, he replied that he did not think it would, except