Travels in the United States, etc.,: during 1849 and 1850./ By the Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley.

THE BAR OF CHAGRES.
and his counsel was invaluable to us. He took care that we
should have a most commodious and safe boat to take us on shore,
and sent an officer with us, to see us established in comfortable
quarters, till the canoe should be ready, on the followingf morning,
to proceed with us to Gorgona or Cruces.
Truly grateful for all his solicitude and attention, we took
leave of him with the most sincere wishes for his restoration to
health. I have before this been convinced, that no manners on
earth can be more thoroug'hly distinguished, noble, and gracefully
polished than those of a high-bred American gentleman; nay, I
doubt'whether any can quite equal them, except some of our own
gentlemen-it is the truth, and therefore I will say it. I never
saw a truer exemplification of tlhis, than in the gentleman I have
just spoken of.
There is no shelter at Chagres whatever for ships, and when
the sea is at all agitated, the communication with the shore must
be exceedingly difficult and perilous: there is an extremely dangerous bar with but little depth of water.
Our boat rejoiced in the name of "Jenny Lind," and the proprietor of it, an American, Captain Taylor, who is settled at
Chagres, and owns a goodly number of boats, which ply on the
river Chagres, and who seemed well-klnown to the officer of the
"Georgia," who was with us, told me he was a relation of General
Taylor, and that he had served through the whole of the Mexican
war. When he found we had lately been in Mexico, he askedt
miany questions with great interest respecting the present state of
the country, and was anxious to know if we had seen different
battle-fields in which he had borne part, and suffered, and which
he commented onl with much animation.
When we reached the landing-place, we found it a matter of
difficulty to transfer ourselves from the boat to the shore: there
was a huge quantity of slimy alluvial mud to be traversed, with
nothing but the rudest and most distant apology for a wooden pier,
consisting of a few half-rotten planks laid on some stakes.' It was
not without some exertion that we scrambled on to the solid
ground.
Mr. then accompanied us to the abode of Sefior, as
I was anxious to know if the letter had been received, and a
cayjtca secured. Seilor was away, "up on the hill," said
soime of the retainers, with the characteristic laziness and nonchalance of the natives. When would he be back? "Quien sabe."
At length, however, we found a more intelligent Grenadian, who
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