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improved that fine institution. He was 76 years of age when he formed the design of erecting Guy's Hospital; he lived to see the building roofed in, being 81 years old when he died. He also erected an almshouse at Tamworth, in Staffordshire, and gave 400%. a year for ever to Christ's Hospital. The remainder of his estate, about 80,000, he bequeathed among those who could prove themselves in any de gree related to him.

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Thomas Guy was man whose life furnishes one amongst the many instances of the great wealth which may be accumulated from small beginnings in this country, where the road to distinction is open to all men. Though this frugal bookseller does not appear to have been remarkable for his social affections, it is our duty to believe that the motives which gave birth to his splendid charities were suggested by Christian principles influencing a benevolent heart; and when we look upon the glorious provision which this one individual has made for the necessities of his fellow-creatures, we cannot but bless the dispensations of that Almighty wisdom, which can convert the love of gain into an instrument of good, and can endow one solitary being with powers to become the benefactor of his country through many generations.

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THE

E ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE.

[The following is an extract from the Poems of Mr. Montgomery, a living writer, whose works are distinguished for their high devotional feeling. We propose, in a number or two, giving an historical account of the noblest political action of our own times, the Abolition of the Traffic in Negroes.]

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Waft the glad tidings to the land of slaves! god DIA.
Proclaim on Guinea's coast, by Gambia's side, od JA
And far as Niger rolls his eastern tide,

Through radiant realms beneath the burning zone, alid W
Where Europe's curse is felt, her name unknown,
Thus saith Britannia, empress of the sea, od do
Thy chains are
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She shared the gain, the glory, and the guilt;
By her were slavery's island-altars built,
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And fed with human victims:-till the criested A
Of blood, demanding vengeance from the skies, ist T
Pierc'd her bold heart, too long in vain assail'd;

But justice in one glorious hour prevailed onto a dise
Straight from her limbs the tyrant's garb she tore,ins M
Spotted with pestilence, and thick with gore diw UQ 21
O'er her own head with noble fury broke

The grinding fetters, and the galling yoke;

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And cried to weeping Africa-"Be free!"citore in pieb sút
While Africa, entranced with sorrow, stood, niod „mi botoor
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Champions arose to plead the
In the wide breach of violated laws,

Through which the torrent of injustice rolled, as bondsouped ad They stood, with zeal unconquerably bold; nid of hetelor song They raised their voices, stretched their arms to save asmod From chains the freeman, from despair the slave29000teri yusM Then Sharpe, upon Britannia's chartered shore, acinorod Ilsma From Lybian limbs the unsanctioned fetters tore, .nom ils of And taught the world, that while she rules the waves goed ead of Her soil is freedom to the feet of slaves!

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Then Clarkson his victorious course began, gavitom od jedt oveil Unyielding in the cause of God and man; dekdo yd botesqua Wise, patient, persevering to the end, de dool sw gedw No guile could thwart, no power his purpose bends to about ad He rose o'er Afric like the He rests in glory on t the Then Wilberforce, the Minister of The new Las Casas of a ruined race, With angel-might opposed the rage of hell, And fought, like Michael, till the dragon fell! Quick at the call of virtue, freedom, truth, Weak withering age and strong aspiring youth Alike the expanding power of pity felt, The coldest, hardest hearts began to melt From breast to breast the flame of justice glowed;" High o'er its banks the Nile of Mercy flowed. Thy chains are broken; Africa, be free!" Thus saith the island-empress of the sea. dow 920dw nothw Stress Muse! take the harp of prophecy! behold! 77 gailest yfte The glories of a brighter age unfold.ites isen fog teldon od to Friends of the outcast! view the accomplished plan, ni ofits x T The Negro towering to the height of of manas aniso YHT" Dim through the night of these tempestuous yearse andT A Sabbath-dawn o'er Africa appears jise andT Then shall her neck from Europe's yoke be freed, fisW And healing arts to hideous arms succeed go misloor At home the bonds of peace her tribes shall bind, ist bnA Commerce abroad espouse them with mankind; quordT While pure Religion's hands shall build and bless 97ǝd W The church of God amidst the wilderness. rise aufT Nor on the coasts of Africa alone, orders zaisdo ydT" Be the Redeemer's cross and triumph known sinastia Father of Mercies! speed the promised hour;dł now bad Thy kingdom come with all-restoring power byrede offe Truth, virtue, knowledge, spread from pole to pole, od v As round the world the ocean waters rolled diw bet baA All hail! the age of crime and suffering ends; boold 10 The reign of righteousness from heaven descends: 5'19'I Vengeance for ever sheaths the afflicting sword;itat Death is destroyed, and Paradise restored il mon jinistë Man, rising from the ruins of his fall,lize di bottoq2 Is one with God, and God is all in all bood awo od 100 odoy poilley'sdi bas erottol naibang sdT

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ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE.

BY COWPER.

TOLL for the brave!

The brave that are no more!
All sunk beneath the wave,
Fast by their native shore.

Eight hundred of the brave,
Whose courage well was tried,
Had made the vessel heel,
And laid her on her side.

A land-breeze shook the shrouds,
And she was overset;

Down went the Royal George,
With all her crew complete.

Toll for the brave

Brave Kempenfelt is gone;
His last sea-fight is fought,
His work of glory done!

It was not in the battle,
No tempest gave the shock;
She sprang no fatal leak,
She ran upon no rock.

His sword was in its sheath,
His fingers held the pen,
When Kempenfelt went down
With twice four hundred men.

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Once dreaded by our foes,
And mingle with our cup

The tear that England owes.

Her timbers yet are sound,

And she may float again,

Full charged with England's thunder,
And plough the distant main.

But Kempenfelt is gone!

His victories are o'er;

And he, and his eight hundred,

Shall plough the wave no more!/

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THERE are but few cases in which time does not provide a remedy for affliction, and soothe the troubled spirit with that calm which returns us to the affairs of the world, reconciled to our misfortunes, even after experiencing the most painful sensations of grief.

My mother strove successfully against affliction. Resolution, which had at first torn her from the indulgence of unavailing sorrow, at length became habit; and though she was neither able nor desirous to obliterate the memory of a beloved husband from her mind, she at length could recall him to her thoughts with tranquillity, and hear his name, without that keen sense of misery which it produced at first. The tear would stand in her eye, but did not flow unbidden down her faded cheek The gentleness of her authority, and the constant tenderness with which she treated us, won the affection, and secured the fondest attachment, of her children. She intrusted us to no other eye, no other protector than herself; she was at once our nurse, our instructor, and even our playmate. The sweetest hours which she passed were those which she devoted exclusively to our happiness, when the playfulness of infancy would sometimes beguile her of a smile, and make her for a moment forget her sorrows in our amusement. She still inhabited the little cottage where we were born, which was now become sanctified to her by my father's memory. There she treasured every image of his affection, and looked round on all he had loved with a veneration which proved the unceasing fidelity of her attachment. The prospects they had admired so often together were endeared to her eye; the solitary lanes, which had witnessed the happiest period of their lives, were still her favourite walks; and she would often lead us to the grave of our departed parent, and there teach us to know the goodness of that Providence, at whose severest dispensation she had never murmured.

The circumstances in which she was left made it necessary to prepare us for the humbler duties of the world. She formed our

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minds to obedience and frugality, contenting herself with giving us such instructions only as might assist us in future, when placed in a situation to labour for ourselves. She was chiefly anxious to establish a fixed and controlling principle of religion in our minds, and laboured this point unceasingly, until she saw that at a very early age we were deeply impressed with it. Beyond this she confined our education to the common acquirements of our own language, lest higher acquisitions might carry our thoughts beyond the station for which we were intended.

My father, being devoted to his profession, had intended to take me under his own charge when of sufficient age; and I already showed so much predilection for the sea, that my mother destined me for the navy, hoping his name might serve as a recommendation, and a passport to promotion at a future time. My little sister inherited her mother's beauty, and even as a child excited the admiration of every body. Her talents were as promising as her appearance. She learnt all my mother taught her with surprising ease. Her memory was so perfect, that she retained almost every thing she acquired, and her disposition was the sweetest imaginable. I cannot indeed praise it more deservedly than by saying that in this respect she still more exactly inherited the charms of her excellent parent.

When I was twelve years old, my mother found it necessary to make a journey to London, to settle some affairs with my father's agent, which she had never been able to conclude since his 'death. She had in vain tried to accomplish it by the mediation of several of my father's brother officers, who, in the kindest way, offered their services for the purpose; but sailors generally know so little of such matters, that the agent (who was an artful man) had no difficulty in evading their inquiries. She could obtain no account of her little property, and his remittances were growing less and less every half year.

When we prepared to leave our cottage for the first time, all my mother's grief was renewed. Such was the struggle betwixt her ten- ! derness and her resolution, that for some time she was unable to enter! the stage-coach which was to convey us away. During the journey, however, she recovered her tranquillity. On arriving in London she soon perceived the dishonest agent was resolved to defraud her of the property which she had depended on as our only support in the event of her decease. She pursued him with every remonstrance which judgment or persuasion could dictate, but all in vain. He at first attempted to deceive her; and when he found her penetration too keen to be imposed on, he openly refused to deliver up the ac counts, and threatened her with a legal process if she did not forbear from her enquiries.

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My mother well knew the feebleness of a widow's voice when raised against wealthy dishonesty; but remembering the name of one of the members of the Board of Admiralty, who had formerly expressed much readiness to serve my father, and upon whose good

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