After morning service, on Sunday, 25th September, the arrival of the home-bound steamer from Tobago was announced. As only a few hours are allowed for the embarkation of the mails and passengers, we were on board by four o'clock, being accompanied to the ship by Mr. Law and a few friends, to whose hospitality we had been indebted for our very pleasant sojourn in Trinidad. By dark we had left the quiet waters of the gulf, repassed the hurtling Crags of the Dragon's Mouth, and were again in full sail on the waters of the Caribbean Sea. With daylight, the next morning, we entered the harbour of Grenada, this time escaping the reef on which our steamer ran before. Coaling allowed us ample time for a long walk around and through the town, the capital of the island, and named St. George. Passing by the deserted fort, on the ramparts of which the guns still stand, a road led us to the cemetery, on a lofty hill, from whence we obtained a fine view of the harbour, and the hills which bathe their feet in the sea, clothed from their summits to the water's edge with rich foliage and vegetation. Returning, we passed through the whole length of the town. A few noisy hucksters of fruit and vegetables were squatted in the Market Square. Everywhere good and substantial houses were untenanted and going to decay.