Madeira Broom. 
  Rose Apple. 
  Dahlia. 
  Sunflower. 
  Four o’Clock. 
  St. Jago Lilac. 
  Marigold. 
  Malta Turnip. 
  Spanish Onion. 
  Kidney Bean. 
  Lettuce. 
  Mustard and Cress. 
  American Cress. 
  Leek. 
  Cucumber. 
  Pumpkin. 
  Lime. 
  Lemon. 
  Orange. 
  Cocoa-nut.

Sunday, 4.—­The American brig, Munroe, whaler, sailed to-day, on her return to her fishing ground.

Monday, 5.—­The African, schooner, arrived from Old Calabar, with a cargo of bullocks, seventy-six in number; also a small cutter from Sierra Leone, with rice, &c. for the settlement.

Tuesday, 6.—­Captain Hurst, of the Wanderer, towed a very large fish on shore, and hauled it up on the beach for examination, the mate of that ship, after some difficulty, having killed it with a harpoon.  The sailors called it a Devil Fish, because, perhaps, they had never seen one so ugly, or so large of its kind before.  They endeavoured to describe it to me, as I was too late to examine it myself; many of our black labourers having carried away pieces of it immediately after it was brought to land.  The head was formed like the concave of a crescent, with an eye near the end of each point, and a small orifice just behind each eye, like an ear.  In breadth, it measured fourteen feet and a half, that is, from the extremities of the fins, or flaps, which resembled those of a skate; in length, seven feet in the body, and six feet in the tail.

A very pretty young native girl, about fifteen years of age, took refuge in our settlement this afternoon, and placed herself under the care of a fine strapping young Krooman, servant to Capt.  Smith, of the African.

Wednesday, 7.—­Forster, the marine, who was superintending a party on shore, was sent on board in a high fever to-day; and Thomas Welling, another of our Plymouth artificers, died this morning.  We also found that our bullocks began to die very fast, without our being able to discover the immediate cause.

My poor servant lad has continued in a high fever ever since he was first taken; and this evening, about nine o’clock, his respiration became very low and quick (the rattles), and for a full hour no hope was entertained; but, at the end of that time, the alarming symptoms subsided; his respiration became more easy and natural, and after a composing sleep of several hours, he awoke with every prospect of recovery.

Saturday, 10.—­The Lucy, cutter, sailed this afternoon to procure stock from the opposite coast.

Monday, 12.—­Forster, the marine, died last night, after five days illness; and, although the sailmaker was called to sew him up in his hammock before he was quite cold, the work of decomposition had already commenced, and the corpse was so offensive, that he had much difficulty in completing his object.  This was a case of remarkable despondency.  He entertained an opinion, from the moment he was attacked, that his illness would terminate fatally, and it was impossible to inspire him with the least hope; a state of mind which certainly tended greatly to the accomplishment of his prophecy.