We started early, as the night fell, and arrived in Spanish Town the same evening; and next day were comfortably domiciled in Squire Flamingo's mansion in Kingston. It was the race week, and the town had gathered all the fashion of the island--nothing could be gayer. Our friend Twig had several running horses, and altogether the bare-legged black jockeys, with the stirrup-irons held between their toes, parrot fashion, and the slight thorough-bred things they rode, acquitted themselves extremely well; besides, we had matches amongst the officers of the garrison, and theatricals, and pig races, and I don't know what all. Speaking of theatricals, if you will wait a moment I will tell you of an amusing playhouse row that I happened to witness, and wherein my friend Flamingo and myself bore conspicuous parts _by mistake_. It happened to be an amateur performance, and we had just seated ourselves in the second row of a buccra box, near the stage. I was admiring the neatness of the house, which was great for a provincial theatre any where, and the comical appearance the division of castes produced, as thus:--The pit seemed to be almost exclusively filled with the children of Israel, as peculiar in their national features here as everywhere else; the dress boxes contained the other white inhabitants and their families; the second tier the brown _ladies_, who seemed more intent on catching the eyes of the young buccras _below_, than attending to the civil things the males of their own shade were pouring into their ears _above_; the gallery was tenanted by Bungo himself, in all his glory of black face, blubber lips, white eyes, and ivory teeth. This black parterre being powdered here and there with a sprinkling of white sailors, like snowdrops in a bed of purple anemones; Jack being, as usual on such occasions, pretty well drunk. A very nice-looking fresh complexioned little man was sitting on the same bench along with us on the right hand--that is, next the stage--and a young stray Hebrew, having eschewed the pit, sat on our left--we were thus between them--a post of no small danger, as it turned out. There had been some wrangling between these parties before we entered, for no sooner had Flamingo and I taken our seats, than Moses said _across us_, but, as it afterwards appeared, intending to address the _gentleman already mentioned_, "If you say that again, sir, I will pull your nose."