was induced to remain on the island, at the request of Mrs. Clark, for the purpose of acting as Vice-Consul, during the severe illness of her husband.  This gentleman, after performing the painful duty of reading the burial service over the Consul-General and his lady, was himself attacked by the same fever, and after struggling for a length of time against it, was, at last, sent off to the island of Mayo, just in time to save his life, leaving the Consul’s sister behind, reduced to the last extremity of the disease, with scarcely any symptoms of life remaining, and attended only by her Portuguese friends, and any occasional English visitors who landed incidentally from their ships for refreshments, on their way to other parts of the world.  At last, however, she happily recovered, but after a very severe struggle, and a protracted illness, and then she could not return direct to England, but was obliged to go to the Brazils, in a French schooner, before she could procure a passage home.  I shall give, hereafter, some further details of this young lady’s history, leading to the attachment which afterwards sprung up between her and her medical attendant, who fell in love with her during a second attack of illness, and there is no doubt that her fortitude and good sense had a great share in the admiration with which she inspired him.

Friday, August 24th.—­Soon after breakfast I accompanied Captain Owen, the Rev. Mr. and Mrs. Davy, and some of the officers of the ship, to pass the day at the Consul’s.  We took a walk before dinner, to visit the few places that were worthy of any notice; we first went to the fort.  This fort was forty-seven paces long and seven broad, where the only objects of interest were the graves of two Captains in the Navy.  One of them contained the remains of an old shipmate of mine, Capt.  J. Eveleigh, who was mortally wounded when commanding the Astrea, in company with the Creole, during an engagement with two French frigates, the Etoile and Sultane, on the 23rd of January, 1814, off the Cape de Verds.  I sailed in the same ship with this officer when I first went to sea.  He was then junior lieutenant of the Royal George, bearing the flag of Lord Bridport.  I met him some years afterwards, when he was lieutenant of the Isis, bearing the flag of Admiral Holloway, on the Newfoundland station, in which ship I was a passenger from England to Newfoundland, on my way to join the Cleopatra, as lieutenant, on the Halifax station.  The other grave was that of Capt.  Bartholomew, of the Lieven frigate, who died while he was occupied in the survey of these islands.  The late Consul-General had been purser of that ship, and, poor fellow, both his grave and that of his wife were made near his former captain’s.