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Thus feeling, at his inmost soul,

He feels the perfect, good, and fair. The sweet reward of self-control,

As pious Celia rais'd the theme Impatient now, and all alive,

To holy faith and love supreme; He thought he nerer should arrive;

Enlighten'd Elorio learn'd to trace At last he spies Sir Gilbert's trees;

In Nature's God the God of grace. Now the near battlements he sees;

In wisdom as the convert grew,
The gates he enter'd with delight,

The hours on rapid pinions flew,
And, self-announc'd, embrac'd the knight: When call'd to dress, that Titus wore
The youth his joy unfeign'd exprest,

A wig the alter'd Florio swore;
The knight with joy receiv'd his guest, Or else, in estimating time,
And own'd, with no unwilling tongue, He ne'er had mark'd it as a crime,
'Twas done like men when he was young. That he had lost but one day's blessing,
Taree weeks subducted, went to prove, | When we so many lose, by dressing.
A fecling like old-fashion'd love,

The rest, suffice it now to say, Fir Celia, not a word she said,

Was finish'd in the usual way. Bit blush'd, 'celestial, rosy red !

Cupid, impatient for his hour, Her molest charms transport the youth, Revil'd slow Themis' tedious power, llo promis'il everlasting truth.

Whose parchment legends, singing, sealing, Celia, in honour of the day,

| Are cruel forms for Love to deal in. tasual splendour would display :

At length, to Florio's eager eyes,
Such was the charm her sweetness gave, | Behold the day of bliss arise !
He thought her wedgwood had been séve; | The golden sun illumes the globe,
Her taste diffused a gracious air,

The burning torch, the saffron robe. tri chaste Simplicity was there,

Just as of old, glad Hymen wears,
W e secret power, though silent, great is, And Cupid, as of old, appear's
The inveliest of the sweet Penates.

In Hymen's train ; so strange the case
Foro, now present to the scene,

They hardly knew each other's face; With spirits liglıt, and gracious mien, Yet both confess’d with glowing heart Sir Gilbert's port politely praises,

They never were design'd to part ; ind carefully avoids French phrases; Quoth Hymen, sure you're strangely slighted Endures the daily dissertation

At weddings not to be invited ; Un land-tax, and a ruin'd nation;

The reason's clear enough, quoth Cupid, Latens to many a tedious tale ',

My company is thought but stupid, Oi poachers, who deserv'd a jail ;

Where Plutus is the favourite guest, Heard all the business of the quorum, For he and I scarce speak at best. Eich cause and crime produc'd before 'em ; The self-same sun which joins the twain Heard them abuse with complaisance Sees Flavia sever'd from her swain ; Tie language, wines, and wits of France; Beliario sues for a divorce, Vad he hum a single air,

And both pursue their sep'rate course. While good Sir Gilbert fill'd his chair. Oh wedded love! thy bliss how rare !

Abrid, with joy and grateful pride, | And yet the ill-assorted pair;
He walks, with Celia by his side:

The pair who choose at Fashion's voice,
A thousand cheerful thoughts arise, Or drag the chain of venal choice;
Each rural scere enchants his eyes; Have little cause to curse the state,
With transports he begins to look

Who make, should never blame their fate; Ca Nature's all-instructive book;

Such Aimsy ties, say where's the wonder, Nocbjects now seem mean, or low,

If Doctors Commons snap asunder.
Which point to Him from whom they flow, In either case, 'tis still the wife,
A berry or a bud excites

Gives cast and colour to the life.
A chain of reasoning which delights, Florio escap'd from Fashion's school
Which spite of sceptic ebullitions,

| His heart and conduct learns to rule;
Protes atheists not the best logicians. Conscience his useful life approves ;
A tree, a brook, a blade of grass,

He serves his God, his country loves ; Ergests reflections as they pass,

Reveres her laws, protects her rights, Till Florio, with a sigh, confest

And, for her interests, pleads or fights; The simplest pleasures are the best ! Reviews with scorn his former life, Bellario's systems sink in air,

| And, for his rescue, thanks his wife.

THE SLAVE TRADE :

APOEM.

O great design!
Ye sons of mercy! O complete your work;
Wrench from Oppression's hand the iron rod,
And bid the cruel feel the pains they give.

Thompson's " Liberty."

lost.

JF Heaven has into being deign'd to call Bellowing for blessings which were never
Thy light, O liberty! to shine on all;
Bright intellectual sun ! why does thy ray l'Tis past, and Reason roles the lucid hour,
To earth distribute only partial day? | And beauteous (RDER reassumes his power:
Since no resisting cause from spirit flows Lord of the bright ascendant may he reign,
Thy universal presence to oppose ;

|Till perfect Peace eternal sway maintain !* No obstacles by Nature's hand imprest, 10, plaintive Southerne !t whose impasThy subtle and ethereal beams arrest; 1 sion'd page Not sway'd by Matter is thy course benign, Can melt the soul to grief, or rouse to rage! Or more direct or more oblique to shine; Now, when congenial themes engage the Nor Motion's laws can speed thy active Muse, course

[force ; She burns to emulate ihy generous views Nor strong Repulsion's pow'rs obstruct thy Her failing efforts mock' her fond desires, Since there is no convexity in mind, She shares thy feelings, not partakes thy Why are thy genial beams to parts confin'd? fires While the chill north with thy bright ray is Strange pow'r of song the strain that warms blest,

(vest? | the heart Why should fell darkness half the south in- Seems the same inspiration to impart; Was it decreed, fair Freedom ! at thy birth, Touch'd by th’extrinsic energy alone, That thou should'st ne'er irradiate all the We think the flame which melts us is our earth?

own : While Britain basks in thy full blaze of light, Deceiv'd, for genius we mistake delight, Why lies sad Afric quench'd in total night?|Charm'd as we read, we fancy wecan write.

Thee only, sober goddess ! I attest, I Though not to me, sweet bard, thy powr's In smiles chastis'd, and decent graces drest. belong, To thee alone pure daughter of the skies, The cause I plead shall sanctify my song. The hallow'd incense of the bard should rise! The Muse awakes no artificial fire, Not that mad liberty, in whose wild praise For Truth rejects what Fancy would inToo oft he trims his prostituted bays; . spire: Not that unlicens'd monster of the crowd, Here Art would weave her gayest flow'rs in Whose roar terrific bursts in peals so loud, vain, Deafʼning the ear of Peace; fierce Faction's The bright invention Nature would disdain. tool,

For no fictiticus ills these numbers flow, Of rash Sedition born, and mad Misrule; I | But living anguish, and substantial wo; Whose stubborn mouth, rejecting Reason's No individual griefs my bosom melt, reign,

For millions feel what Oronoko felt : No strength can govern, and no skill re- Fir'd by no single wrongs, the countless host strain;

I mourn, by rapine dragg'd from Afric's Whose magic cries the frantic vulgar draw To spurn at Order, and to outrage Law; Perish th’illiberal thought which would To tiead on grave Authority and Pow'r,

debase And shake the work of ages in an hour : The native genius of the sable race! Convuls'd her voice, and pestilent her Perish the proud philosophy, which sought breath,

To rob them of the pow'rs of equal thought! She raves of mercy, while she deals out Does then th’immortal principle within death:

Change with the casual colour of a skin ? Each blast is fate; she darts from either Does Matter govern Spirit ? or is mind hand

Degraded by the form to which 'tis join'd? Recl confiagration d'er the astonish'd land ; ! No: they bave heads to think, and hearts Clamowing for peace, she rends the air to feel, with noise,

And souls to act, with firm, though erring And to reform a part, the whole destroy's. zeal; Reviles oppression only to oppress, For they have keen affections, kind desires, And, in the act of murder, breathes redress. Such have we seen on Freedom's genuine "Alluding to the riots of London in the year 1780. coast,

I + Author of the tragedy of Oronoko.

Coast,

Love strong as death, and active patriot (To weep together, or together die. fires ;

By felon hands, by one relentless stroke, All the rude energy, the fervid flame, See the fond links of feeling Nature broke ! Of high-soul'd passion, and ingenuous | The fibres twisting round a parent's heart, shame:

Torn from their grasp, and bleeding as they Strong, but luxuriant virtues boldly shoot

Wdly shoot part. From the wild vigour of a savage root. Hold ! murderers, hold ! nor aggravate Nor weak thcir sense of honour's proud distress; control,

Respect the passions you yourselves possess, For pride is virtue in a Pagan soul;

Ev'n you, of ruffian heart, and ruthless hand, sense of worth, a conscience of desert, Love your own offspring, love your native A high, unbroken haughtiness of heart;

land: That self-same stuff which erst proud em- Ev'n you, with fond impatient feelings burn, pires sway'd,

Though tree as air, though certain of return, Of which the conquerors of the world were Then, if to you who voluntary roam, made.

So dear the memory of your distant home, Capricious fate of men! that very pride () think how absence the lov'd scene endears In Afric scourg'al, in Rome was deify'd. To him whose food is groans, whose drink is No muse, () Quashı!* shall thy deeds re-| tears; late,

| Think on the wretch whose aggravated Nostatue snatch thee from oblivious fate! I pains Forthou wast born where never gentle Muse To exile misery adds, to misery chains. Oa valour's grave the flow'rs of Genius If warm your heart, to British feelings true, strews;

As dear his land to him as yours to you ; And thou wast born where no recording page And Liberty, in you a hallow'd fame, Plucks the fair deed from Time's devouring

| Burns, unextinguish'd in his breast the same. Tipe:

Then leave him holy Freedom's cheering Had Fortune plac'd thee on some happier smile,

The heav'n-taught fondness for the parent Where polis'd Pagans souls heroic boast, soil; To the who sought'st a voluntary grave,

Revere affections mingled with our frame, Th' injur'd honours of thy name to save,

In every nature, every clime the same; Whye generous arm thy barbarous master

In all, these feelings equal sway maintain; spar'd

In all the love of Home and Freedom reign; Altars had smok’d, and temples had been And Tempe's vale, and parch'd Angola's rear'd.

sand, Whene'er to Afric'sshores I turn my eves, J One equal fondness of their son's command. Horrors of deepest, deadliest guilt arise; | Th’unconquer'd savage laughs at pain and Isce, by more than Fancy's mirror shown,

toil, The burning village, and the blazing town : Basking in Freedom's beams which gild his Se the dire victim torn frem social life,

native soil. The shrieking babe, the agonizing wife! Does thirst of empire, does desire of fame, She, wretch foriorn! is dragy'd by hostile (For these are specious crimes) our rage inhands,

flame? To distant tyrants sold, in distant lands!

No: sordid lust of gold their fate controls, Transmitted miseries, and successive chains.] The basest appetite of basest souls ; The sole sad heritage her child obtains ! Gold, better gain’d by what their ripening Een this last wretched boon their foes deny,

sky,

Their fertile fields, their arts, * and mines "It is a point of bonour among negroes of a high supply. pait to die rather than to suffer their glossy skin 10 What wrongs, what injuries does Opwar the mark of the whip. Quashi had somehow offen pression plead, led his master, a young planter with whom he had been To smooth the crime and sanctify the deed ? End up in the endearing intimacy of a play-fellow. His What strange offence, what aggravated sin? erviers had been faithful; his attachment affectionate. They stand convicted- of a darker skin ! The Taster resolved to punish him, and pursued him for Barbarians, hold! th' opprobrious comdar perpose. In trying to escape Quashi stumbled and

and merce spare, ta: the master fell upon him : they" wrestled long with Respect his sacred image which they bear. dubiul victory; at length Quashi got uppermost, and Though dark and savaze, ignorant and blind, z brmly seated on his master's breast, he secured

"They claim the common privilege of kind; kslezs with one hand, and with the other drew a sharp | Let malice strip them of each other plea, kuleihen said..master. I have been bred up with you

| They still are men, and men should still be bars ehild; I loved you as myself; in return, you have

free, a ted me to a punishment of which I must ever

Insulted Reason loaths the inverted tradeborne the marky-thus only I can avoid them ;' so sy, le drew the knife with all his strength across his throat, and fell down dead, without a groan, on his

* Besides many valuable productions of the soil, cloths Ester's body.-Ramsay's Essay on the Treatment of land carpets of exquisite manufacture are bronght from

the cost of Guinea.

Loathes, as she views the human purchase For that have heroes shorten'd nature's date; made;

For this lave martyrs gladly met their fate! The outrag'd goddess, with abhorrent eyes, But himn forlorn, no hero's pride sustains, Sees Man the traffic, souls the merchan-No martyr's blissful vision soothe his pains; dise!

[judging eve, Sullen, he mingles with his kindred dust, Man, whom fair Commerce taught with For he has learn'd to dread the Christian's And liberal hand, to barter or to buy,

trust; Indignant Nature blushes to behold, To him what mercy can that God display, Degraded man himself, truck'd, barter'd, Whose servants murder, and whose sons besold:

I tray? Of ev'ry native privilege bereft,

Savage ? thy venial error I deplore, Yet curs'd with ev'ry wounded feeling left. They are not Christians who infest thy Hard lot ! each brutal suff’ring to sustain, sivore. Yet keep the sense acute of human pain. 1 0 thou sad spirit, whose preposterous Plead not, in reason's palpable abuse, |_

I. yoke Their sense of feeling* callous and obtuse: The great deliverer Death, at length has From heads to hearts lies Nature's plain ap- broke, peal,

Releas'd from misery, and escap'd from care, Though few can reason, all mankind can Go, meet that mercy man deny'd thee here. feel.

[shame, / In thy dark home, sure refuge of th' opThough wit may boast a livelier dread of press'd, A loftier sense of long refinement claim; The wicked vex not, and the weary rest. Though polish'd manners may fresh wants And, if some notions, vague and undefin'd, invent,

Of future terrors have assail'd thy mind; And nice distinctions nicer souls torment; If such thy masters have presum'd to teach, Though these on finer spirits heavier fall, As terrors only they are prone to preach; Yet natural evils are the same to all. (For should they paint eternal Mercy's Tho' wounds there are which reason's force. reign,

[tive's chain ?) may heal,

Where were th' oppressor's rod, the capThere needs no logic sure to make us feel If, then, thy troubled soul has learn’d to The nerve, howe'er untutor’d, can sustain dread A sharp unutterable sense of pain;

The dark unknown thy trembling footsteps As exquisiteiy fashion'd in a slave,

tread;

[pend; As where unequal fate a sceptre gave. On Him, who made thee what thou art, deSense is as keen where Gambia's waters HE, who withholds the ineans, accepts the glicie,

end.

(blame; As where proud Tiber rolls his classic tide. | Thy mental night thy Saviour will not Though verse or rhetoric point the feeling He die'd for those who never heard his line,

name. They do not whet sensation, but define. Not thine the reckoning dire of Light Did ever wretch less fell the galling chain,

abus'd,

[us'd; When Zeno prov'd there was no ill in pain? KNOWLEDGE disgrac'd, and LIBERTY misIn vain the sage to smiooth its horror tries; On thee no awful judge incens'd shall sit Spartans and Helots see with different eyes; For parts perverted, and dishonour'd wit. Their miseries philosophic quirks deride, | Where ignorance may be found the safest Slaves groan in pangs disown'd by stoic .. plea, pride,

How many learn’d and wise shall envy thee! When the fierce Sun darts vertical his And thou, WHITE SAVAGE ! whether lust beams,

of gold And thirst and hunger mix their wild ex- Or lust of conquest rule thee uncontroli’d! tremes;

Hero, or robber !— by whatever name When the sharp iront wounds his inmost Thou plead thy impious claim to wealth or soul,

I fame; And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll; Whether inferior mischiefs be thy boast, Will the parch'd negro own, ere he expire, A tyrant trader rifling Congo's coast; No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire? TOr bolder carnage track thy crimson way,

For him, when agony his frame destroy's, Kings dispossess'd, and provinces thy prey ; What hope of present fame or future joys? Whether thou pant to tame earth's distant

I bound; Nothing is more frequent than this cruel and stupid All Cortez murder'd, all Columbus found; argument, that they do not feel the miseries inflicted on O'er plunder'd realms to reign, detested them as Europeans would do.

lord, + This is not said figuratively. The writer of these

Make millions wretched, and thyself abline's bas seen a complete set of chains, fitted to every

horr'd :separate limb of these unhappy, innocent men; together

Whether Cartouchein forests break the law. with instruments for wrenching open the jaws, contri:Or bolder Cæsar keep the world in awe; ved with such ingenious cruelly as rould gratif's the In Reason's eve, in Wisdom's fair account, tender merrie of an inquisitor.

Your sum of glory boasts a like amount ;

The means may differ, but the end's the And breathes her spirit o'er th’enlighten'cl same;

few,

· [steals, Conquest is pillage with a nobler name. From soul to soul the spreading intiuence Who makes the sum of human blessingsless, I Till every breast the soft contagion feels. Or sinks the stock of general happiness, She speeds, exulting, to the burning shore, Tho' erring fame may grace, tho' false re- With the best message angel ever bore; Down

Hark! 'tis the note which spoke a Saviour's His life may blazon or his memory crown; birth! let the last audit shall reverse the cause; Glory to God on high, and peace on earth! And God shall vindicate his broken laws. She vindicates the power in Heaven ador’d,

Had those advent'rous spirits who explore She stills the clank of chains, and sheathes Thro' ocean's trackless wastes, the far- the sword;

[hands sought shore;

She cheers the mourner, and with soothing Whether of wealth insatiate, or of pow'r, From bursting hearts unbinds th’oppressor's Conquerors who waste, or ruffian's who de- bands; vour:

[mind, Restores the lustre of the Christian name, Had these possess'd, O COOK! thy gentle And clears the foulest blot that dimm'd its The love of arts, thy love of human kind; fame. Had these pursued thy mild and liberal As the mild spirit hovers o'er the coast, plan,

. A fresher hue their wither'd landscapes DISCOVERIES had not been a curse to man!! boast; Then, bless'd Philanthropy! thy social Her healing smiles the ruin'd scenes repair, hands,

[bands; And blasted Nature wears a joyous air; Had link'd dissever'd worlds in brothers' While she proclaims thro' all their spicy Careless, if colour, or of clime divide;

groves,

[your loves, Then lov'd and loving, man had liv'd and · Henceforth your fruits, your labours, and died.

'All that your sires possess'd, or you have Then with pernicious skill we had not known sown,

[own.' To bring their vices back and leave our own. . Sacred from plunder-all is now YOUR The purest wreaths which hang on Glo- And now, her ligh commission from ry's shrine,

[thine ; above, For empires founded, peaceful Penn! are Stamp'd with the holy characters of love, No blood-stain'd laurels crown'd thy virtu- The meek-ey'd spirit waving in her hand, ous toil,

(earn'd soil; Breathes manumission o'er the rescu'd land; No slaughter'd natives drench'd thy fair- She tears the banner stain'd with blood and Still thy meek spirit in thy flock* survives, teai's, Consistent still,' their doctrines rule their And LIBERTY ! thy shining standard rears! lives;

| As the bright ensign's glory she displays, Thy followers only have effac'd the shame, See pale OPPRESSION faints beneath the Inscrib'd by SLAVERY on the Christian blaze! name.

[reigns, The giant dies ! no more his frown appals, Shall Britain, where the soul of freedom The chain, untouch'd drops off ; the fetter Forge chains for others she herself disdains? falls...' Forbid it, Heaven ! O let the nations know Astonish'd Echo tells the vocal shore, The liberty she loves, she will bestow; Oppression's fall'n, and Slavery is no more! Na to herself the glorious gift confin'd, The dusky myriads crowd the sultry plain, She spreads the blessing wide as human All hail that Mercy, long invok'd in vain. kind;

[place, Victorious Pow'r! she bursts their two-fuld And, scorning narrow views of tinie and bands, Bids all be free in earth's extended space. And Faith and Freedom spring from Bri

What page of human annals can record l tain's hands. A deed so bright as human rights restor'd? And Thou ! great source of Nature and Omay that god-like deed, that shining page, of Grace,

[race ; Redeem our fame, and consecrate our age! Who of one blood didst form the human And let this glory mark our favour'd shore, Look down in mercy in thy chosen time, To curb False Freedom and the True re- With equal eye on Afric's suff'ring clime: store.

Disperse her shades of intellectual night, And see, the cherub Mercy from above, Repeat thy high behest-Let there be Descending softly, quics the sphere of love !! Light!

[Thee, On Britain's isle she sheds her heavenly dew; Bring each benighted soul, great God, to

*The Quakers have emancipated all their slaves And with thy wide salvation make them throughout America.

free!

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