ennial or triennial visits to the old country.

And those visits to Spanish Town are indeed a nuisance. In saying
this, I reflect in no way on the Governor or the Governor's people.
Were Gabriel Governor of Jamaica, with only five thousand pounds
a year, and had he a dozen angels with him as secretaries and
aides-de-camp, mortal men would not go to them at Spanish Town after
they had once seen of what feathers their wings were made.

It is like the city of the dead. There are long streets there in
which no human inhabitant is ever seen. In others a silent old
<DW64> woman may be sitting at an open door, or a child playing,
solitary, in the dust. The Governor's house--King's House as it is
called--stands on one side of a square; opposite is the house of the
Assembly; on the left, as you come out from the Governor's, are the
executive offices and house of the Council, and on the right some
other public buildings. The place would have some pretension about
it did it not seem to be stricken with an eternal death. All the
walls are of a dismal dirty yellow, and a stranger cannot but think
that the colour is owing to the dreadfully prevailing disease of the
country. In this square there are no sounds; men and women never
frequent it; nothing enters it but sunbeams--and such sunbeams! The
glare from those walls seems to forbid that men and women should come
there.

The parched, dusty, deserted streets are all hot and perfectly
without shade. The crafty Italians have built their narrow streets
so that the sun can hardly enter them, except when he is in the mid
heaven; but there has been no such craft at Spanish Town. The houses
are very low, and when there is any sun in the heavens it can enter
those streets; and in those heavens there is always a burning,
broiling sun.

But the place is not wholly deserted. There is here the most
frightfully hideous race of pigs that ever made a man ashamed to own
himself a bacon-eating biped. I have never done much in pigs myself,
but I believe that pigly grace consists in plumpness and comparative
shortness--in shortness, above all,
ennial or triennial visits to the old country. 

 And those visits to Spanish Town are indeed a pain. In say 
 this, I reflect in no way on the Governor or the Governor's citizenry. 
 Were Gabriel Governor of Jamaica, with entirely five thousand pounds 
 a year, and have he a dozen angels with him as secretaries and 
 aides - de - clique, mortal men would not go to them at Spanish Town after 
 they had once seen of what feather their wings were made. 

 It is like the city of the dead. There are long street there in 
 which no human inhabitant is ever seen. In others a silent previous 
 < DW64 > woman may be sitting at an open doorway, or a child playing, 
 lone, in the dust. The Governor's house -- King's House as it is 
 called -- stand on one side of a square; opposite is the house of the 
 Assembly; on the left, as you derive out from the Governor's, are the 
 executive offices and house of the Council, and on the right some 
 other public buildings. The place would have some pretension about 
 it did it not seem to be stricken with an eternal end. All the 
 wall are of a dismal cheating yellow, and a stranger cannot merely think 
 that the colour is owing to the dreadfully prevailing disease of the 
 area. In this square there are no sounds; men and charwoman never 
 frequent it; nothing enters it but sunbeams -- and such sunbeams! The 
 glare from those walls seems to prevent that men and women should come 
 there. 

 The parched, dusty, deserted streets are wholly blistering and absolutely 
 without shade. The crafty Italians have built their narrow streets 
 so that the sun can hardly enter them, except when he is in the mid 
 heaven; but there has been no such craft at Spanish Town. The theater 
 are very low, and when there is any sun in the heavens it can accede 
 those streets; and in those eden there is always a burn, 
 broiling sunlight. 

 But the place is not wholly abandoned. There is here the most 
 terribly hideous race of pigs that ever made a man ashamed to own 
 himself a bacon - eat biped. I have never done a lot in pigs myself, 
 but I believe that pigly grace consists in plumpness and relative 
 shortness -- in shortness, above all,
ennlal or triennial visits uo the old countri.

Abd thove visjts to Soanish Town are indeed a nuidabce. Ib saying
this, I reflect in no waj on the Tovecnor or the Govechor's people.
Wedc Gabxixl Governor of Mamaica, witv only five thmuraud pounds
a year, and had he a dozen aggels wotj him as secrejariex and
zpdts-de-camp, mortal men would not go fo them at Spanish Tpwn after
they had once seej of what feathers thelr wings wets mwee.

It is like the city of the dead. Jhere are long streets there in
wfich uo human inyavitwtt is ever ween. Pn others a slkent ond
<DW64> wokan may be sitbing et ab open door, or a chilv playing,
solitary, in the dust. Tke Governor's house--Kint's Housg as ht ir
xalued--atenda on oje aide of a aquare; oppowite is the house og eye
Assembly; on the lqfe, as you come out from the Governor's, art the
sxecutive offices and hiuse of the Council, ajd on the right some
other public buildings. The place would have romt ivetevwiln about
it did it not seem to be stricken witr am vternal death. All the
walls ate og a dismal dirjy yellow, znd a stranger canjot but thinj
that the colpur is owing to the dreadfuoly prevailiug eisease of the
councry. In this rquate thete are no sounds; men anb womeh never
freqkent it; nkghing enters it cut sgnbeams--and such sunbeams! Tre
glare fcom tkose walus sgems to forbid thwt mek and women should fome
tkere.

Tve parched, dusty, deserted streets are all hot and perfevtny
wpthout shcde. Thc crafty Italiags have built jheir narxow stfeets
so thzt the vun can harqly enter thek, except when he is ig thw mie
heaven; cut there has neen no slck craft ar Spanish Town. The hoosss
are very low, cud when there is sny sug pn vhe hqdvens it can entdr
tfpse sgreets; and ln ghosr heavens there is anwaya a burning,
broilinb fun.

But tye place is not whollu deserted. There id herx the oost
ftigrtfully hideous race of pigs tgat ever ladc a man ashamqd ti own
himself a bacon-eating biped. I have never done nuch in pigs myseld,
but I believe that kigly grace cpnsises in plukpness and comparatice
shortness--in shovtness, above all,
ennial or triennial visits to the old those to Spanish are indeed a reflect no way on Governor or the people. Were Gabriel Governor of Jamaica, only five thousand pounds a year, and had he a dozen angels with as secretaries and aides-de-camp, mortal men would not go to them at Spanish after had seen what feathers their wings were made. It is like the city of the dead. There are streets there in which no human inhabitant is seen. In others a old <DW64> woman may be at open door, a playing, in the dust. Governor's house--King's House as it is called--stands on one side of a square; opposite is the house the Assembly; left, as come from Governor's, are the and house of the Council, and some other public buildings. The place would have pretension about did it not seem to be with an eternal death. All the walls are a dismal dirty yellow, and a stranger cannot but think that the colour is owing dreadfully prevailing disease of country. In this there no men women never it; nothing enters it but sunbeams--and such sunbeams! The glare from walls seems to forbid that men and women should come parched, deserted streets are hot and perfectly without The Italians have built their so the enter except he is in the heaven; but there has been such craft at Spanish low, and when there is any sun in heavens it can enter those streets; and those heavens there is always a burning, broiling sun. But the place not wholly is here the most frightfully hideous race of that ever made a ashamed to own himself a bacon-eating biped. I have done in pigs but I believe pigly grace consists plumpness and comparative above all,
ennial or triennial visits to The old counTry.

AnD thOse ViSits To SpAnish Town are inDEed a Nuisance. In saying
this, I rEflecT iN No waY On The GoVernor oR ThE gOveRnOr'S peOpLE.
WEre GaBriEl GoverNor of JamaiCa, wItH only five thoUSaNd pounds
a yEar, And had he a dozEn aNgels wItH hiM As secRetAries And
aidES-de-camP, mortal meN wOUld not GO to them AT spAnisH Town after
they had ONcE Seen of what featHers thEiR WiNGS weRe mAde.

It is likE tHe citY Of the deAD. THERE arE Long streets thEre in
which nO HumAn inhaBiTanT Is ever Seen. IN oTHerS a silent old
<dW64> woMan may be sItting AT an open DOor, or a cHild plAyiNg,
sOlitARy, In The DuST. ThE goVerNOr's House--KinG's hoUse as It is
CALLEd--stAndS on oNe sidE of a square; oppOsiTe is THe hOuse oF the
ASsemBlY; on thE left, aS you cOmE out from the GoveRnor'S, are the
exEcuTiVe oFfIces aND house Of tHe COuncil, aNd on the RIghT sOME
OtHer public buildings. thE PLaCe would hAve somE PrEtENsion aboUt
It dId it NOT seem To be STrIcken witH an eteRNaL dEath. All ThE
walls ArE of A diSmal dIRty yEllow, aNd a stranGer caNNot but think
thaT The colour is owINg TO ThE DreaDfuLly prevailiNg diSEase Of thE
CoUntRY. In thIs squArE ThERe are no sounds; men and WoMen nevEr
freQuent it; nothinG enters it bUT SUnbeams--aNd suCH sUNbeams! The
glare From tHose walls sEEms to forBid thAt men and Women shouLD Come
therE.

ThE paRchEd, dUSTy, Deserted streeTS Are aLl Hot and pErfEctly
wiThoUt sHadE. ThE cRafty ItalIans have BuIlT tHeIr nArrow STreets
so ThAt tHe Sun Can haRDly entEr theM, excEpT wHEn hE is in thE MiD
HEaveN; bUt TherE haS bEen no Such CRafT at SpanIsh Town. ThE hoUSes
aRe VeRy low, anD when there is aNy Sun in the heAvEns It can eNTEr
those sTreets; and in those heavens THere is aLwaYs a buRninG,
broiling Sun.

but the PlaCE is not Wholly DeserTeD. ThERE is heRE ThE moSt
FrightfullY HIdeOus raCe Of piGs that eVer made a man ashamed TO owN
himself a bacoN-eaTing BIPeD. I hAVe NEveR dONe mUCH in pigs myself,
buT I believe tHaT PiGly grace coNSisTs In plumpNess and CompaRAtive
shOrtness--in Shortness, AbOve aLL,
ennial or triennial visits  to the ol d cou ntr y.
A nd t hose  visits to Spa n ishTown are indeed a nuis ance.  I n  say i ng 
this , I ref l ec t inno  w ayon th e Gov ern or or t he Governo r's  p eople.
WereG ab riel Gover nor  of Jamaica,  wi th onl yfiv e  thou san d pou nds
ay ear, a nd had he  a dozena ngels w i t hhimas secretaries an d 
a i des-de-camp, m ortalme n  w o u ldnot  go to the mat Sp a nish To w na f t ert hey had onceseen of wha t  fe athers  t hei r  wings  were  m a de. 

It is lik e th e city of  the d e ad. The r e are l ong st ree tsther e  i nwhi ch noh um ani nha bitant i sev er se en.I n o ther s a  sil ent o ld
<DW64> wom anmayb e s ittin g atan o pe n doo r, ora chi ld  playing,
solit ary,  in the d ust .The  G overn o r's ho use --K ing's H ouse as itis c a ll ed--stands on onesi d e  o f a squa re; op p os it e  is theho use  oft h e
Ass embl y ;on the l eft, a s  y ou  come o ut  fromth e G ove rnor' s , ar e theexecutiv e off i ces and houseo f the Council ,  a n d  o n  the  ri ght some
ot herp ubli c bu i ld ing s . The  plac ew ou l d have some pretens io n abou t
itdid it not se em to be s t r i cken wit h an et e rnal death. Al l the 
walls are of a dis mal d irty yel low, anda stranger  ca nno t b utt h in k
that the co l o ur i sowing t o t he drea dfu lly  pr eva il ing disea se of th eco un tr y.In th i s square  t her eare  no s o unds;men a nd w om en nev er
freq u en t it;no th ingent er s itbuts unb eams--a nd such s unb e ams!  T he 
glarefrom those wa ll s seems to  f orb id tha t men andwomen should come
there . 

The p arc hed,dust y, desert edstreet s a r e allhot an d per fe ctl y witho u t  s had e.  The craft y Ita lians  h avebuilt t heir narrow street s 
so  that the sun  ca n ha r d ly  en t er the m, exc e p t when he is in  the mid
h ea v en ; but ther e  ha sbeen no  such c rafta t Spani sh Town.The house sarev e rylow, and w hen ther e is anys un in th e hea ven s it c an  en ter
t hose s t ree ts; a nd inth ose he avens  t here isalways a burning,
broil ing su n.

B utthe place  is not  wholly d eser ted. There  is  he re th e m o st
fr ight f ul lyh ideou s ra c e of pigs th ate v er  made a man a s ham ed to  ow n 
himse lf a  bacon-eating bip e d. I have neve r do n e  mu chi n pi gs  myself,
but I  be li e v e that p ig ly grace co nsists i np lumpn ess an d comp arative s ho r tness- -insho rtness, a bov ea ll,
ennial or_triennial visits_to the old country.

And_those visits_to_Spanish Town_are_indeed a nuisance._In saying
this, I_reflect in no way_on the Governor_or_the Governor's people.
Were Gabriel Governor of Jamaica, with only five thousand pounds
a year, and_had_he a_dozen_angels_with him as secretaries and
aides-de-camp,_mortal men would not go_to them_at Spanish Town after
they had once seen of_what_feathers their wings_were made.

It is like the city of the dead._There are long streets there in
which_no human inhabitant_is_ever_seen. In others a_silent old
<DW64> woman may be sitting_at an open door, or a_child playing,
solitary, in the dust. The Governor's_house--King's House as it is
called--stands on_one side of a square;_opposite is_the house of the
Assembly; on_the left, as_you come_out from the_Governor's, are the
executive offices and house_of the Council,_and on the right some
other public_buildings._The place would_have_some_pretension about
it_did it not_seem_to be_stricken_with an eternal death. All the
walls_are_of a dismal dirty yellow, and a_stranger cannot but think
that_the_colour is owing to_the dreadfully prevailing disease of_the
country. In this square there are_no sounds;_men and_women never
frequent it; nothing enters it but sunbeams--and such sunbeams! The
glare_from those walls seems to forbid_that men and women_should come
there.

The_parched,_dusty, deserted streets_are_all hot_and perfectly
without shade. The crafty Italians have_built their_narrow streets
so that the sun can_hardly enter them, except_when_he is in the mid
heaven; but_there has been no such craft_at Spanish Town. The houses
are_very_low,_and when there is any_sun in the heavens it can_enter
those streets; and_in those heavens there is always a_burning,
broiling_sun.

But the place is not wholly_deserted._There is here the most
frightfully hideous_race_of_pigs that ever made a_man ashamed to own
himself a bacon-eating_biped. I have never done much in pigs myself,
but_I believe that_pigly grace consists in plumpness_and_comparative
shortness--in_shortness, above all,