tobacco, drugs, and medicinal plants of
every description, are all at home in the
happy land. Do you want indigo, dragon's
blood, cochineal, logwoods, or vanilla?
Venezuela is the place for you. Are you
in the lumber trade, and do you long for
vast forests of mahogany, live oak, cedar,
ship timber, and all sorts of hard woods?
Come to Venezuela. If you are eccentric
in your vegetable tastes, Venezuela can
supply you with Bahema wood, the bombax
ceiba, the chiqui-chiqui palm, and even the
generous milk tree or palo de vaca. Do
your commercial tastes incline to the
miscellaneous? Venezuela can set you up
with ox hides, deer hides, rich oils, wax,
india-rubber, asphalte, petroleum, sulphur,
and (in short) everything else that there is
a market for anywhere. Gold, silver, coal,
diamonds, quicksilver, iron, and pearls,
abound. There is no special mention of
the oysters which produce the pearls; but
they are to be had, no doubt, at nothing
per dozen. Are you afraid that it may
possibly be difficult to transport these
riches to the markets of the outer world?
Read this paragraph of the Vade Mecum'
and be consoled. "The water communications
in this magnanimous grant consist of
four hundred and four navigable streams
flowing into the great Orinoco, making
communication with Europe safe and easy."
If you be a little surprised at the word
"magnanimous" in this connexion, recollect
that we are an American company
(even our English hailing from America-
square), and that we are transatlantically
fond of long words. All climates are to
be found in Venezuela: all, that is to
say, except the disagreeable and extreme.
Birds of the most varied plumage and
most delicate and nutritious flesh, roost in
all the trees; fish, "varying in size from
the tiniest pan fish to fish ten and twelve
feet long, and weighing from two hundred
to three hundred pounds," fill all the
streams. The fifty thousand Indians who
inhabit the territory, are harmless and
friendly. Even if it be objected that they
are uncivilised, what then? Properly
directed, they would doubtless become useful
members of society, and agreeable company
for the earlier settlers.

It would, on further examination, appear
that Dr. Price did not incur the heavy
responsibilities inseparable from the
proprietorship of two hundred and forty
thousand square miles of land, with no higher
motive than a sordid commercial yearning
for profit. Dr. Price was a citizen of
Virginia—of the State which suffered more
than any of her Confederate sisters in the
great American civil war. It was obvious
to Dr. Price that it would be quite
impossible for the Southerners, when defeated, to
settle down in their old places. No! The
ravaged land must be left, as an extract
from the St. Louis Times declares, to the
incendiary whose torch has made it a
wilderness. The South is despoiled and
desolated. There is no hope, as remarks
Colonel Belton, a fervid and "spanglorious"
writer, also quoted in Mr. Pattison's
volume, absolutely no hope, save in
expatriation. It is quite clear to Colonel
Belton, that the liberal concessions made
by the Venezuelan government, make that
country the very place for unfortunate
Southerners. And Dr. Price having made
that little bargain in land at the critical
moment, there was absolutely no reason
why they should not at once enter on the
occupation of their new country, and set to
work to grow cotton with all their might.

Consider Venezuelan Guyana in another
light! How useful to those English
settlers who should find their way to the
delightful spot! For it must be remembered,
says the Vade Mecum, that the
foreign emigrant  has always found a home
and a friend in the Southern States. It is
by descendants of the men who received the
persecuted Quaker, and the other victims
of the "Pilgrim Fathers," that the British
immigrant will be welcomed. A kindred
race (professing the same religion, the pious
Vade Mecum is happy to reflect) welcomes
the stranger to the delicious land.

The result of the united philanthropic
efforts of the St. Louis Times and of
Colonel Belton's fervid eloquence appears
to have been that a party of Americans
did actually start for a settlement on the
Caroni river. What happened to them
when they got there, or whether they ever
got there, are matters with which the
present paper has no concern. It is with the
operations of the company, as they affect
English people, that we have at present to
deal. The American people are as well able
to take care of themselves as any people
on the face of the earth.

The remainder of the information we
have to go upon, and which brings the story
of the company down to the latest period,
is derived from Mr. Gordon's despatch to
Lord Granville. It will be observed that
the actual facts throw a slight shadow over
the brilliant picture of the great painter,
Pattison.