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Say, sank she 'mid the blending wrath Like one who grapples with bis enemy,
Of racking cloud and rolling sea ?

And strives to strangle him before he die.
Or, where the land but mocks the eye,
Went drifting on a fatal shore?

And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Vain guesses all !—Her destiny

Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Is dark :-she ne'er was heard of more! Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd

Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash The moon hath twelve times changed her Of billows; but at intervals there gusb'd form,

A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry
From glowing orb to crescent wan;

Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
'Mid skies of calm, and scowl of storm,
Since from ber port that ship hath gone;
But ocean keeps its secret well;

There were two fathers in this ghastly crew, And though we know that all is o'er, And with them their two sons, of whom the No eye hath seen-no tongue can tell

one Her fate:-she ne'er was heard of more! Was more robust and hardy to the view,

But he died early; and when he was gone, Oh! were her tale of sorrow known, His nearest messmate told his sire, who threw 'Twere soinething to the broken heart, One glance on him, and said, “ Heaven's The pangs of doubt would then be gone, will be done, And fancy's endless dreams depart!

I can do nothing,” and he saw him thrown It may not be :—there is no ray

Into the deep, without a tear or groan.
By which her doom we may explore ;
We only know she sail'd away,

The other father had a weaklier child,
And ne'er was seen nor heard of more. Of a soft cheek, and aspect delicate ;

But the boy bore up long, and with a mild
And patient spirit held aloof his fate;

Little be said, and now and then he smiled,

As if to win a part from off the weight

He saw increasing on his father's heart; 'Twas twilight, for the sunless day went

With the deep, deadly thought, that they down

must part, Over the waste of waters ; like a veil Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the

And o'er him bent his sire, and never rais'd frown,

His eyes from off bis face, but wiped the

foam Of one who hates us, so the night was shown, And grimly darkled o'er their faces pale,

From his pale lips, and ever on him gazed, And hopeless eyes which oʻer the deep alone

And the boy's eyes, which the dull film half Gazed dim and desolate; twelve days bad

glaz'd, fear

Brighten'd and for a moment seemed to Been their familiar: and now death was

roam; there.

He sqneezed from out a rag some drops of

rain Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell, Into bis dying child's mouth-bnt in vain. Then shriek'd the timid and stood still the brave,

The boy expired- the father held the clay, Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful And look'd npon it long, and when at last yell,

Death left no doubt, and the dead burthen As eager to anticipate their grave;

Jay And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell; Stiff on his heart, and pulse and bope were And down she suck'd with her the whirling past,

He watch'd it wistfully, until away wave,

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And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth

That sinews bought and sold bave ever O EXECRABLE SON, 80 to aspire

earned. Above his brethren, to himself assuming

No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's Authority usurpi, from God not given,

Just estimation prized above all price, He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,

I had much rather be myself the slave, Dominion absolnte; that right we hold

And wear the bonds, than fasten them on By his donation ;-but man over men

him. He made not Lord, such title to himself

We have no slaves at home-then why Reserving, human left from human free.

abroad? And they themselves once ferried o'er the


That parts ns, are emancipate and loosed. THE HORRORS OF SLAVERY

Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their DEPLORED.

langs COW PER.

Receive our air, that moment they are free; My ear is pained,

They touch our country, and their shackles

fall. My soul is sick, with every day's report

That's noble! and bespeaks a nation prond Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is

And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, filled.

And let it circulate through every vein There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart,

Of all your empire: that where Britain's It does not feel for man; the natural bond

power Of brotherhood is severed as the flax,

Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too. That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own; and having power T'enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as a lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith

THE NEGRO'S DEPARTURE FROM Abhor each other. Mountains interposed

AFRICA, Make enemies of nations, who had else

SHENSTONB. Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys; | On the wild heath in mournful guise be stood And, worse than all, and most to be deplored Ere the shrill boatswain gave the bated sign; As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, He dropt a tear unseen into the flood, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his He stole one secret moment to repine.

sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding “Why am I ravish'd from my native strand ? heart

What savage race protects this impious gain? Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast. Shall foreign plagues infest this teeming land, Then what is man? And what man, seeing And more than sea-born monsters plough this,

the main ? And having homan feelings, does not blush, And bang his þead, to think himself a man? “ Here the dire locusts' horrid swarms preI would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, Here the blue asps with livid poison swell;


Here the dry dipsa writhes his sinuous mail ; , Is there, as ye sometimes tell us,
Can we not here secure from envy dwell ? Is there one, who reigns on high?

Has he bid you buy and sell us,
“ When the grim lion urg'd bis cruel chase, Speaking from his throne, the sky?
When the stern panther sought biś midnight Ask him, if your knotted scourges,

Matches, blood-extorting screws, What fate preserved me for this Christian Are the means which daty urges, race ?

Agents of his will to use. O race more polish'd, more severe, than they.

Hark! he answers--Wild tornadoes,

Strewing yonder sea with wrecks; « Yet shores there are, bless'd shores for us Wasting towns, plantations, meadows, remain,

Are the voice with which he speaks. And favour'd isles, with golden fruitage He, foreseeing what vexations crown'd,

Afric's sons should undergo, Where tufted flow'rets paint the verdant Fixed their tyrants' habitations plain,

Where his whirlwinds answer-no. And ev'ry breeze shall med'cine ev'ry wound.”

By our blood in Afric wasted,

Ere our necks received the chain;
By the miseries we have tasted,
Crossing in your barks, the '

main !

By our sufferings, since ye brought us

To the man-degrading mart;

All sustained by patience taught us,

Only by a broken heart: * FORCED from home and all its pleasures, Afric's coast I left forlorn;

Dee'm our nation brutes no longer, To increase a stranger's treasures,

Till some reason ye sball find O'er the raging billows borne.

Worthier of regard, and stronger Men from England bought and sold me, Than the colour of our kind. Paid my price in paltry gold;

Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings But, though theirs they have enrolled me, Tarnish all your boasted powers, Minds are never to be sold.

Prove that you have buman feelings,

Ere you proudly question ours ! Still in thought as free as ever,

What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever,

Me to tortare, me to task?
Fleecy locks and black complexion

Cannot forfeit nature's claim;
Skins may differ, but affection

Dwells in white and black the same.

FRANCE, and Spain, and Portugal,
Why did all-creating nature

Weep ye, weep ye, each and all! Make the plant for which we toil? Still ye trade in blood and pain, Sighs must fan it, tears must water, When the earth bas curs'd the chain.

Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-bearted,

Long has righteous vengeance slumber'd;
Lolling at your jovial boards;

Yet has every sigh been number'd:
Think how many backs have smarted Not a Negro's dying prayer
For the sweets your cane affords.

Has been scatter'd on the air;

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