ing untainted the
stately Castilian courtesy, as with hat in hand--I hope I need not
say that my hat was at my saddle-bow all the while--he inquired
whether La Senorita had found the path free from all obstructions,
and so forth.

'The old order changes, giving place to the new:
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.'

But when, two hundred years hence, there are no more such gentlemen
of the old school left in the world, what higher form of true
civilisation shall we have invented to put in its place? None as
yet. All our best civilisation, in every class, is derived from
that; from the true self respect which is founded on respect for
others.

From San Josef, I was taken on in the carriage of a Spanish
gentleman through Arima, a large village where an Indian colony
makes those baskets and other wares from the Arouma-leaf for which
Trinidad is noted; and on to his estate at Guanapo, a pleasant
lowland place, with wide plantations of Cacao, only fourteen years
old, but in full and most profitable bearing; rich meadows with huge
clumps of bamboo; and a roomy timber-house, beautifully thatched
with palm, which serves as a retreat, in the dry season, for him and
his ladies, when baked out of dusty San Josef. On my way there, by
the by, I espied, and gathered for the first and last time, a flower
very dear to me--a crimson Passion flower, rambling wild over the
bush.

When we arrived, the sun was still so high in heaven that the kind
owner offered to push on that very afternoon to the Savanna of
Aripo, some five miles off. Police-horses had arrived from Arima,
in one of which I recognised my trusty old brown cob of the Northern
Mountains, and laid hands on him at once; and away three or four of
us went, the squire leading the way on his mule, with cutlass and
umbrella, both needful enough.

We went along a sandy high road, bordered by a vegetation new to me.
Low trees, with wiry branches and shining evergreen leaves, which
belonged, I was told, principally to the myrtle tribe, were
overtopped by Jagua palms, and packed below with Pinguins; with wild
pine-apples, whose rose and purple flower-heads were very beautiful;
and with a species of palm of which I had often heard, but which I
had never seen before, at least in any abundance, namely, the Timit,
{256a} the leaves of which are used as thatch. A low tree, seldom
rising more than twenty or thirty feet, it throws