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is the garrison of St. Ann's, the barracks of which are large and spacious buildings with covered galleries running round them, and the parade is one of the finest I ever saw. His Majesty's council, the general assembly, the judges, the juries, the debtors, and the felons, all live together in the same house. It is a large one, with an open space around it, and inclosed by a wall. With whom the mere right to the tenement is, I could not learn; whether the legislature lends it to the judicature, or whether both are only tenants at will to the worshipful company of debtors and rogues, is a point not clearly ascertained. I am inclined, however, to think that the latter gentlemen have the title-deeds, from observing that they invariably do the honors of the house to all the rest. Their civility is unbounded; they help you out of your carriage, and hold your horse and your stirrup, they line the staircase on either side in token of respect to you, show you through their apartments, and are forward to give you every piece of information which the most expert cicerone can furnish. Their loyalty is without suspicion; in sign whereof, they turn out of their best bedroom to make way for a session of the council, and their civic patriotism is as clear, from the interest they display in the public debates—the men, the women, and the children crowding inquisitively round the open door of the council, and lounging in the gallery, or