St Vincent. 27 May 1891. In the evening I went to Wakefield's White and met Mr & Mrs the Colonial Surgeon, Heeritt, and Willis Durant a barrister. Mr Wakefield did not appear; when there little daughter died, and is in very pretty flower. The colon collected roses in which he'd had learned to play the lute for her mother. Wakefields has a fine collection of St Vincent roses from it down by Hotham Smith. But the hot soil falls allowed his children to face the roses, and of course the labels were washed off. It was a very pleasant evening; Mr Wakefield made a most social host. 28 May 1891 Thursday. In this morning with Norman the Colonial Surgeon to the Institution. The hospital is at the upper end of the town facing a small green with a few trees in it, called the Victoria Park. It is a very creditable institution for the place. The buildings are detached, the roads are neat and airy with ample walking space, and the accessories are very good. There are [illegible] on an average each month, and there are [illegible]. We rode out of town towards the south through a place called Edinburgh which is a big flat below the heights and which it was Fort Charlotte. At Edinburgh we many houses occupied by two people, and even to the store. Fort Charlotte used, when the island has garrisoned, for the Commissariat department. Going from the bay we skirted the hill and on the lower slopes came to a large military building formerly a private years hospital. Here, for instance, its years patients resided; but the difficulty was the water supply which is only obtainable from rain cisterns. Leaving this building we rose still higher up the ridge and came to three buildings used as a leper hospital and asylum. There were about 20 persons male and female; some of them living in cells of the house. The whole scene was disgusting, and the indented inmates looked very miserable. All the cases are not leprosy but the majority are not. They saw on a two cases of yaws, and several cases of Indecent ulceration of the face caused by lupus. After he left this large house we scrambled up, through whom did, any steep road to the top of the heights and reached Fort Charlotte which has been turned into a Barracks House. When this old fortress occupied by troops, they are found in casemates; some then stone dungeons (if they are dark and cold and noxious like the dungeons than anything she saw was made to handle prisoners). The whole place was dirty and sad, and it had quite a depressing influence on me.