Fair Virtue's offspring, Pleasure, lovely ward Yet now the scene in diff'rent guise appears!
Of Heaven-taught Wildom, shall thy truth reward, All former traces, like a dream, are fled;
With Grandeur, Gain, unsullied as the ray Religion now a lib'ral aspect wears ;
That gilds yon sky-topt dome in cloudless day; Now genuine Science lifts her tow'ring head.
While fadá’ning damps and low-born vapours Devious how oft in tranquil mood I've stray'd,
drown

WhereCherwell's placid stream irriguous Hows;
The revels, pomp, and traffic of the town.

Where Isis, wand'ring thro’ the dewy mead,
Above dependance rais'd by gentle fate,

On the gay plains fertility bestows.
Pity the llaves condemn’d to court the great,
They bluth to own. The genuine great revere,

Oft have I view'd, immers'd in soothing thought,
Whore high deserts adorn their stated sphere.

Uprear’d by ancient hands the mally pile; Be thine deserts as high, the gen'rous aim

The Gothic turret high, the Saxon vault, From man to merit, not folicit, fame;

The painted window, and the lengthen d ailc.
Be thine the triumphs of a foul serene,

Achaian models too I've frequent trac'd,
The smile of Reason, and a golden mcan. Where genius blazes in the grand dclign;
Be thine the praise of God: nor stoop to rail, The structure with Corinthian columns grac’d,
If humbler projects of ambition fail.

Where Attic taste and harmony combine.
« Friend, keep your Roman courtierstill in sight; Where the high roof attracts the studious eye,
“ Be civil, as your text, to ears polite.
Religion! wisdom! pihaw-yoursermon cloys: Where num’rous tomes in claffic order lie,

The roof with Bodley's rev'rend name inscrib'd; “ A golden mean what modern wight enjoys ? And plentcous stores of knowledge are imbib'd: “ For homefjun virtues ransack hift'ry now: “ Back to young Rome's Dictator, at the plough.” How oft, well plcas'd, I've turn’d the varied page, From Fashion's taint and dillipation free,

My mind detach'd from ev'ry futile joy, With such plain puts retir'd as **** and me,

From giddy vanities that life engage,
Shun random cominerce, to respect mankind.

Follies that vex, and forrows that annoy;
Keep sound and strong thy native health of mind: Forgot cach busy care of active life,
The found shall seek ince; few, indeed, but such, Forgot the turmoils of the public scene,
As need no caution to frequent too much;

Forgot all envy, pride, and jealous strife,
While fots and fuplings fly thy sacred shade, The starts of patsion, and the fits of spleen!
Nor Fortune's fools its halcyon ease invade. Adieu, ye groves, where erst I wont to roam,

Where health attends the clear salubrious air; § 121. Efusions on quitting an Academic Life. Retirement left, I seek a diff'rent home,

ANONYMOUS.

And to the gay metropolis repair.
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ADIEU, ye facred walls, ye lofty tow'rs,

§ 122. Address to Sensibility.
Imperial Learning's venerable seats!

MRS. YEARSLEY..
Relu&tant now I quit your peaceful bow'rs,
Your happy mansions, and

your
lov'd

H Sensibility! Thou busy nurse
Here keen-eyed Science plumes her daring wing; Those ferpents in the soul? their stings more fell

Of inj’ries once receiv’d, why wilt thou feed
Vent'rous the here essays her noblest flights :
Here, in each classic grove, the Muses fing,

Than thote which writh'd round Priain's priestly
And fill the mind with innocent delights.

I feel them here! They rend my panting breast; Grateful I venerate those honour'd names, But I will tear them thence : ah ! effort vain!

Who patroniz'd fair Learning's infant cause; Disturb'd they grow rapacious, while their fangs Who nobly dar'd to vindicate her claims Strike at poor Memory ; wounded the deplores

To just regard, distinction, and applause. Her ravish'd joys, and murmurs o'er the past. 'Midst the illustrious groupe an Alfred shines;

Why shrinksmy soul within these prison walls*, Alfred the just, the virtuous, and the great;

Where wretches' thake their chains ? Ill-fated Whomingled with the wreath that conquefttwines youth!

The caies of science, and the toils of state. Why does thinc eye run wildly o'er my form, Tho' in these feats dim Superstition reign'd,

Pointed with fond enquiry? 'Tis not me

Thy restless thought would find. The filent tear
Clouding cach mind, unnerving ev'ry heart;
Tho'monkish fraud its empire here maintain’d, Afford the refuge, I would bear thee hence

Steals gently down his check: ah! could my arms
And wily priests here play'd th’impostor's part:| To a more peaceful dwelling. Vain the wish!
Tho' here dull schoolmen vain debate pursued, Thy pow'rs are all unhing d, and thou wouldAt fit

And the free mind in abject fetters bound; Intensible to tympathy : Farewel. Tho' with thin fophiftry, and jargon rude, Lamented being! ever loft to liope,

All common sense they labour'd to confound : l I leave thce, yca despair myself of cure.

:

For, oh, my bosom bleeds, while griefs like § 123. Address to Indifference. thine

Mrs. YEARSLEY. Increase the recent pang. Pensive I rove, More wounded than the hart whose fide yet holds The deadly arrow: Friendship, boast no more

INDIFF'RENCE, come! thy torpid juices shed

On my keen sense : plunge deep my wounded Thy hoard of joys, o'er which my soul oft hung,

heart Like the too anxious miser o'er his gold. In thickeit apathy, till it congeal, My treasures all are wreck'd; I quit the scene

Or inix with thee incorp'rate. Come, thou fos Where haughty Insult cut the sacred ties

To sharp sensation, in thy cold embrace Which long had held us. Cruel Julius ! take

A death-like slumber shall a respite give My last edicu. The wound thou gav'st is death, To iny long restless soul, tost on extreme, Nor canst e'en thou recal my frighted sense

From bliss to pointed woe. gentie Pow'r! With Friendship’s pleasing found; yet will I clasp Dear substitute of Patience ! thou canst case Thy valued image to my aching mind,

The Soldier's toil, the gloomy Captive's chain, And viewing that, forgive thee; will deplore The blow that sever'd two congenial fouls !

The Lover's anguish, and the Mifer's fear.

Proud Beauty will not own thee! her loud boast Officious Sensibility ! 'tis thine

Is Virtue-while thy chilling breath alone To give the finest anguish, to diffolve

Blows o'er her soul, bidding her paflions sleep. The drofs of spirit; till, all essence, the Retines on real woe; from thence extracts

Miftaken cause! the frozen Fair denies Sad unexisting phantoms, never seen.

Thy saving influence. Virtue never lives

But in the bofom struggling with its wound: Yet, dear ideal mourner, be thou near There the supports the confict, there augments When on Lysander's tears I silent

gaze;

The pang of hopeless Love, the senseless flab Then, with thy viewless pencil, form his figh,

Of gaudy Ign’rance, and more deeply drives His deepest groan, his forrow-tinged thought, The poison'd dart, hurld by the long-lov’d friend; With immaturc, impatience, cold despair, Then pants with painful Victory. Bear me hence, With all the tort’ring images that play,

Thou antidote to pain! thy real worth In sable hue, within his wasted mind.

Mortals can never know. What's the vain boast And when this dreary group shall mect my In her best transports lives a latent sting;

Of Sensibility but to be wretched ? thought, Oh! throw my pow'rs upon a fertile space,

Which wounds as they expire. On her high Where mingles ev'ry varied soft relief.

heights Without thee, I could offer but the dregs

Our souls can never sit; the point so nice, Of vulgar confolation; from her cup

We quick fly off-secure but in descent. He turns the eye, nor dare it foil his lip!

To Sensibility, what is not bliss Raise thou my friendly hand; mix thou the Is woe. No placid medium's ever held draught

Beneath her torrid line, when ftraining high More pure than ether, as ambrosia clear, The fibres of the foul. Of Pain, or Joy, Fit only for the soul; thy chalice fill

She gives too large a share; but thou, more kind, With drops of sympathy, which swiftly fall Wrapp'st up the heart from both, and bidd'st it rest From my afflicted hcart: yet-yet beware, In ever-with’d-for case. By all the pow'rs Nor stoop to seize from Passion's warmer clime Which move within the mind for diff'rent ends, A pois'nous sweet-Bright cherub, fafely rove I'd rather lose inyself with thee, and share Thro' all the deep recesses of the soul !

Thine happy indolence, for one short hour, Float on her raptures, deeper tinge her wocs, Than live of Sensibility the tool Strengthen emotion, higher waft her figh, For endless ages. Oh! her points have pierc'd Sit in the tearful orb, and ardent gaze

My soul, till like a sponge it drinks up woe.
On joy or forrow. But thy empire ends
Within the line of Spirit.

Then leave me, Sensibility! be gone,
My rough foul,

Thou chequer'd angel! Seek the soul refind : Oh Sensibility! defenceless hails

I hate thee, and thy long progressive brood
Thy feelings most acute. Yet, ye who boast
Of bliss I ne'er must reach, ye

Of joys and miseries. Soft Indiff'rence, come ! who

In this low cottage thou thalt be my guest, A rule for sentiment, if rules there are,

Till Death shuts out the hour: here down I'll fnk (For much I doubt, my friends, if rule e'er held With thee upon my couch of homely rush, Capacious sentiment) ye sure can point

Which fading forms of Friendthip, Love, or Hore, My mind to joys that never touch'd the heart.

Must ne'er approach. Ah! quickly hide, thou What is this joy? Where does its essence rest? Ah! felf-confounding fophifts, will ye dare

pow'r,

Those dcar intruding images! Oh seal
Pronounce that joy which never touch'd the heart? The lids of mental light, left I abjure
Does Education give the transport keen,

My freezing supplication.--All is fill.
Or swell your vaunted grief? No, Nature feels
Most poignant, undefcnded; hails with me

Idea (mother'd leaves iny mind a waste,
The Pow'rs of Sensibility untaught.

Where Scafibility mult lose her prey.

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GREGORY. And weeping view from far the happy shore ;

The frantic dames impatient ruffians seize,
FAR from the favage bandit's fierce alarms,
Or distant din of horrid deípot's arms,

And infants shriek, and clasp their mothers knees; Tho' Pennsylvania boasts her peaceful plain,

With galling fetters foon their limbs are bound, Yet there in blood her petty tyrants reign.

And groans throughout the noisome bark resound.

Why was I bound! why did not Whydah see With waving pines tho'vocal woods be crown'd, Adala gain or death or victory! And stream-fed vales with living wealth abound, No ftorms arise, no waves revengeful roar, To golden fields tho' ripening rays descend, To dalh the monsters on our injur'd thore. With bluihing fruit tho' loaded branches bend; Long o'er the foaming deep to worlds unknown, To those who ne'er must freedom's blettings taste, By envious winds the bulky veslel's blown, 'Tis barren all, 'tis all a worthless waste. While by disease and chains the weak expire,

While hoarse the cataraťt murmur'd on the gale, Or parch'd endure the flow consuming fire. And chilling dews firept through the murky dale; Who'd in this land of many sorrows live, Along the hills the difinal tempeít howl'd, Where death's the only comfort tyrants give? And lightnings fath d,and deep the thunder rollid; Tyrants unblett! Each proud of strict command, Beneath a leadless tree, ere morn arose,

Nor age nor fickness holds the iron hand; The slave Adala thus laments his woes: Whole hearts, in adamant involv'd, despise Ye grilly spretres, gather round my seat, The drooping female's tears, the infant's cries, From caves unbleft, that wretches groans repeat! Fromwhole stern brows no gratefullook e'er beams, Terrific forms, from mitty lakes arise !

Whofc blushless front nor rape nor murder shames.
And bloody meteors threaten thro’ the skies ! Nor all I blame; for Nattal, friend to peace,
Oh curs'd deftroyers of our hapless race, Thro' his wide paitures bids oppression cease
Of human kind the terror and disgrace! No drivers goad, no galling fetters bind,
Lo! hofts of dusky captives, to my view, Nor stern compulsion damps th'exalted mind.
Demand a deep revenge! demand their due ! There Itrong Arcona's fated to enjoy
And frowning chefs now dart athwart the gloom, Domestic sweets, and rear his progeny ;
And o'er the falt sea wave pronounce your doomn: To till his glebe employs Arcona's care,
But Gods are just, and oft the stroke forbear, To Nastal's God he nightly makes his pray'r;
To plunge the guilty in tenfold despair. His mind at ease, of Christian truths he'll boast-

Lifthighthefcourge,my soulthe rack disdains; llc has no wife, no lovely offspring loft.
I pant for freedom and my native plains !

Gay his savannah blooms, while mine appears

Scorch'd up with heat, or moist with blood and tears. With limbs benumb’d my poor companions lic; Cheerful his hearth in chilling winter burns, Opprefs'd by pain and want the aged figli;

While to the storm the sad Adala mourns.
Thro' reedy huts the driving tempest pours,
Their festering wounds receive the sickly show'rs;

Lift high the scourge,my soul the rack disdains; In mad’ning draughts our lords their fentes fteep; I pant for freedom and my native plains ! And doom their llaves to stripes and death in sleep:

Shall I his holy prophet's aid implore,
Now, while the bitter blast surrounds my head,

And wait for justice on another shore ?
To times long past my restless foul is led,
Far, far beyond the azure hills, to groves

Or, rushing down yon mountain's craggy steep,

End all my sorrows in the sullen deep?
Of ruddy fruit, where beauty fearless roves-
O blitsful feats ! O felf-approving joys!

A cliff there hangs in yon grey morning cloud,

The dashing wave beneath roars harsh and loud Nature's plain dictates! ignorance of vice!

But doubts and fears involve my anxious mind, O guiltless hours! Our cares and wants were few, The gulf of death once pafs'd, what shore we find. No arts of luxury or deceit we knew.

Dubious, if lent beyond th’expanded main, Our labour, sport—to tend our cottage care, This soul thall seek its natire realms again : Or from the palm the luscious juice prepare;

Or if in gloomy mists condemn'd to lic, To fit indulging love's delusive dream,

Beyond the limits of yon arching sky. And snare the filver tenants of the stream;

A better prospect oft my spirit cheers, Or (nobler toil!) to aim the deadly blow

And in my dreams the vale of peace appears, With dext'rous art against the spotted foe;

And Accting visions of my former life: O days with youthful daring mark’d! 'twas then

My hoary lire 1 clasp, my long-lost wife, I dragg’d the shaggy monster from his den,

And oft í kiss my gentle babes in sleep, And boldly down the rocky mountain's fide,

Till with the founding whip I'm wak'd to weep. Hurl'd the grim panther in the foaming tide. Our healthful sports a daily fcast afford,

Lifthighthe scourge,my foultherack disdains; And even still found us at the social board.

I pant for freedom and my native plains ! Can I forget, ah me! the fatal day,

Chiefs of the earth, and monarchs of the sea, When half the vale of peace was swept away! Who vaunt your hardy ancestors were free; * The Quakers in America have set fiec all their Negroes, and allow them wages as other servants.

Whofc

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Whofe teachers picad th' opprefs'd and injurd's

ZAMBOIA.
cause,

No crimes this hcart infeft, this hand defile,
And prove the wisdom of your prophet's laws; Or frantic drive me o'er a foreign foil.
To force and fraud if justice must give place,

A murder'd wife, and wrongs unmatch'd I mourn,
You're dragg'd to flavery by fome rougher race. And buried joys, that never thall retuin!
Some rougher race your focks thall forcc away, If then thou’rt tempted by the traitor's reed,
Like Afric's fons your children must obey; Take this poor lifc, and proper by the deed !
The very Gods thar view our constant toil,

MOMBAZE.
Shall Ice your offspring till a ruder foil,

Not the rich produce of Angola's shore,
The pain of thirft and pinching hunger know,

Not all the miler's heap'd and glittering store, And all the torments that from bondage fiow,

Not all that pride would grasp, or pomp display,
When,farremov'd from Christian worlds, we prove Should tempt this hand the wretched to betray.
The Tweets of peace, the lasting joys of love.

No traitors dwell within this blest domain,
But, hark! the whip's harsh echo thro' the trees! The friends of peace we live, a guileless train.
On every trembling limb fresh horrors seize- Grief dims thy cye, or gladly wouldst thou see
Alas! 'tis morn,
and here I fit alone

Thy lov'd Mombaze yet survives in me.
Be strong, my soul, and part without a groan !

Canst thou forget : I taught thy youth to dare
Ruffians proceed! Adala ne'er shall swerve,

The fylvan herd, and wage the defp'rate war.
Prepare the rack, and strain cach aching nerve ! Canst thou forget? One common lot we drew,
Lift high the scourge, my foul the rack dif- With theee iuchain’d, a captive's fate I knew.
dains ;

Distrust me not, but unreferv'd disclose
I for freedom and my native plains.

The anxious tale that in thy bosom glows.
pant
Thou God, whogild it with light the riting day! To part our griefs is oft to mitigate,
Who life difpenfest by thy genial ray!

And social forrows blunt the darts of fate.
Will thy now vengeance never, never fall,

ZAMBOIA.
But undistinguith'd favour thinc on all:

Dear to my light that form, and doubly dear
O hear a suppliant wretch's latt, fad pray'r!

Thy well-known accents meet Zamboia's ear. Dart fiercest rage! infect the ambient air !

O! had I died, and left the name of Nave This pallid race, whose hearts are bound in steel, Deep, deep entomb’d within an early grave! By dint of suffering teach them how to feel.

() ! had I died, cre ruthless fites contrain, Or, to fome despot's lawless will betray'd,

With thee enthralld, to ciofs the western main! Give them to know what wretches they have made

!! to have met a glorious death in arms,
Beneath the lath let them relign their breath,

And ic'er beheld Melinda's fatal charins !
Or court, in chains, the clay-cold hand of death. Time would be short, and memory would fail,
Or, worst of ills ! within each cailous breast,

To dwell distinctly on the various tale.
Cherish uncurh'd the dark internal pest;

Tedious to tell what treach'rous arts were tried,
Bid Av'rice fivell with undiminish'd rage,

To footh the smart of still revolting pride.
While no new worlds th’accurled thirst assuage; I liv'd, and lov'd—then kiss’d the fatal chain ;
Then bind the monsters on cach other turn,

No joy but ono to cheer a life of pain.
The fury passions in disorder burn;

Yet witness bear, thou dear departed ghost,
Bid Discord flourish, civil crimes increase,

That loncly rov'lt thy Gambia's sacred coast! Nor one fond wish arilc that pleads for peace

How Twect'thie toil that met the morning's ray, Till, with their crimes in wild confufion hurl'd, How light the labour that o'er-lasted day! They wake t'eternal anguish in a future world. The reed-built hovel, and the scanty fare,

Imperial bliss could give, Melinda there! § 125. Evening, or the Fugitive. An Ameri- When o'er-preis d Nature droop'd in want of rest!

Soft was my piliow, on thy gentle breast,
can Eclogue. GREGORY.

And if a rebel tcar dilgrac'd my eye,
MOMBAZE.

Thine was the tear, and thine the bursting figh.
SAY whither, wand'rer, points thy cheerless way: Blits I could boast, unenvied had it patsid,

When length’ning Thades announce the close of But bliss too grcat for hapless slaves to last.
In von wild waste nofriendly roofthou’lt find[day? A wretch, who banish'd from his native clime,
The haunt of serpents, and the savage kind. Defil'd with many a black and monstrous crime,
And fure rememb'rance mocks me, or I trace Presided o'cr us, and with iron hand
In thine the semblance of Zamboia's face ? Held savage fway o'er all the fervile band.
Yet 1carce thyself! for in thy alter'd cye In him cach hellith paliion rudely glow'd,
I read the records of hard dettiny.

And cruelty in himn inost cruel fhcw'd.
Prom thy rack'd bosom lighs that ceaseless flow, ( Him lust infernal, one fad ev'ning, led
A man belpeak thee exercis'd in woe.

T' invade the chasteness of my marriage bed :
Say, then, ivhat chance has burst thy rigid chains, I chanc'd e' approach-the caitiff 1 surpris’da
Has led thee frantic o'er these distant plains ? My wife prcierv'd, and had his guilt chastis'd;
What potent forrows can thy peace infeft? While full with vengeance boil'd my wounded
What crimes conceal'd prey on thy anxious breaft: ! But chance reserv'd hiin for a baser part. (heart:

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Meanwhile, o'erjoy'd that vice e'cn once had fail'd, Disjoin'd from thec, I too to flavery went ;
I bless'd the gods that innocence prevail'd. But Heaven a father, not a mafter, lent.

The baffled villain, now a foe profets'd, He seems as Virtue's felf in mortal guise ;
Rolls scenes of blood within his rank’ling breast; Tho' wealthy, simple ; and tho' modest

, wise.
With coward arts he forg'd a crafty tale ; Bleft be the hand that life and freedom gave!
And hands unrighteous poize the partial scale. That pow'r can boart, exerted but to save!
Imputed crimes to cruth the weak suffice, Bleft the tage tongue that stor’d the vacant mind,
Hearsay is guilt, and damning fact surmise. The manners sofien'd, and the heart resun'd!
Where uncurb’d will usurps the place of laws, That, still to Heaven's unerring dictates true,
No friendly pleader takes the wretch's cause. Sternal truth unfolded to our view!
Our tyrant's fears each want of proof supplied, But, come! tlıy faint and weary limbs repose,
We stand condemn'd, unquestion 'd, and untried. Forgetful of thy fears, thy griefs compose ;

O! had the grief and shame been all my own, By inorning's dawn with carneat foot I speed,
And the black vengeance lit on me alone! Nor tlcep thefe eyes till I behold thec freed.
But harsher fates a harder curfe decreed; Some wealth I have; and, did I prize it more,
These cyes were doom'd to see Melinda bleed. Well spar'd for this I deem the facred store.
I saw her hy relentless ruthians bound,

So talk'd these friends, and to the cottage haficz
The brandi'h'd scourge indiet the mortal wound; "bile fad Zaiboia his purluers trac'd.
Hor tevder frame abus'd, and manglcd o'er, The rufhan band arrest the haplets fuain,
I saw her welt'ring in a flood of gore.

And pray'rs, and tears, and promises arc vain:
The murd'rous scene had soon a dreadful clofe- Their vengeful fervour, no-not gifts abatc;
And do I live! and can I speak my woes ! But, bound in chains, they drag hiin to his fare ,
Her pregnant womb no longer could sustain

The public shame, and agony of pain ;
'A birth abortive robb d her of her breath, § 126. A Defcription of a Parijb Foer Horse.
And pangs convulsive fealid her eves in death.

CRABBE.
One only pledge my weary foul detains,
This hapless infant, all that now remains ;

THE
HEIRS is yon house that holds thc parish poor,

Whose walls of mud scarce bear the brokeil
The mournful iinage of my once lov'd wife,

door; And tics me down awhile io hatcd life. Elfe this bold hand should liberty rettore,

There, where the putrid vapours fagging plav, And my rape spirit feck a happier shore.

And the dull wheel hums doletul thro' the day: Thro' devious paths with timid haste wc fly,

There children dwell who know no parents care; Where

Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there; yon blue mountains meet the bending sky. Heart-broken matrons on their joyless lcd, Nor ferpents haunts I drcad, nor defarts drear,

Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed;
The master-savage, Man, alone I fcar.

Dejected widows with unheeded tears,
MOMBAZE.

And cripplcd age with more than childhood fears!
Since froin our native realms compellid to part, The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they!
Such pointed forrows have not touch'd my heart. The moping idiot, and the madman gay.
Insatiate plunderers ! could it not sufñce

Here too the fick their final doom receive, To rend, inhuman, all the social tres?

Here brought, amid the scenes of grief, to grieve: From guiltless joys, that bless’d our native soil, Where the loud groans from some sad chamber Dragg'd to a life of misery and toil ;

flow, Would you yet take the little God has given, Mixt with the clamours of the crowd below; And intercept the gracious dews of Heaven? Here forrowing they cach kindred sorrow scan, Your rage

for blood, wild as your thirst of gain, And the cold charities of man to man: Shall no respects, not truths divine, restrain : Whose laws indeed for ruin'd age provide, Th' eternal fabric can a name undo?

And strong compulsion plucks the scrap from
Is rape and murder fanclified in you ?

pride;
And us, what laws, as impious as fevere, But still that scrap is bought with many a ligh,
Forbid the common ritcs of inan to share ? And pride embitrors what it can't deny.
Didst thou, creative Power! thy views confine : Say ye, opprest by some fantastic woes,
For one proud race the spacious carth design? Soinc jarring nerve that baffics your repole ;
For them alone does plenty deck the vale, Who press the downy couch, while slaves advance
Blush in the fruit, and ringe the scented gale ? With timid cve, to read the distant glance;
For them the seasons all their liveets unfold? Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tcase
Blooms the fresh rose, and shines the waving gold: (To name the nameless ever-new discase;
O no! all bounteous is thy equal hand,

Who with mock-patience dire complaints endure,
And thy fix'd laws irrevocablc stand!

Which real pain, and that alone, can cure ;
Hapless Zamboia ! had it been thy fate How would ye bear in real pain to lic,
With me to fare my inore propitious state ; Despis’d, neglected, left alone to die?
Thy foul had breath'd no impious with to die, How would ye bear to draw your latest breath,
Nor the big tear had trembled in thine eye. Where all that's wretched pares the way for death!

* A higher reward is generally offered for the bead of a fugitive negro, than for bringing him alive..

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