IN SUBMERSIONEM NAVIGII, CUI GEORGIUS REGALE NOMEN, INDITUM. PLANGIMUS fortes. Periére fortes, Navis, innitens lateri, jacebat, Plangimus fortes. Nimis, heu, caducam Nec sinunt ultra tibi nos recentes Magne, qui nomen, licet incanorum, Non hyems illos furibunda mersit, Navitæ sed tum nimium jocosi Vos, quibus cordi est grave opus piumque, Reddite amicis ! Hi quidem (sic Dîs placuit) fuêre: THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT. FORCED from home and all its pleasures, To increase the stranger's treasures, But, though slave they have enroll'd me, Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever, Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same. Why did all creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Think how many backs have smarted Is there, as ye sometimes tell us, Hark! he answers!-Wild tornadoes Where his whirlwinds answer-No. By our blood in Afric wasted, Ere our necks received the chain; By the miseries that we tasted, Crossing in your barks the main; By our sufferings, since ye brought us To the man-degrading mart, All sustain'd by patience, taught us Only by a broken heart! Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS. Video meliora proboque, Deteriora sequor. I own I am shock'd at the purchase of slaves, And fear those who buy them and sell them are knaves; What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and groans Is almost enough to draw pity from stones. I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, What, give up our desserts, our coffee, and tea! Besides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes, If foreigners likewise would give up the trade, Your scruples and arguments bring to my mind my But I can assure you I saw it in print. mint; A youngster at school, more sedate than the rest, His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob, He was shock'd, sir, like you, and answer'd- Oh, no! "You speak very fine, and you look very grave, If you will go with us, you shall have a share, If not, you shall have neither apple nor pear." They spoke, and Tom ponder❜d—" I see they will go : Poor man! what a pity to injure him so! Poor man! I would save him his fruit if I could, But staying behind will do him no good. "If the matter depended alone upon me, His apples might hang till they dropp'd from the tree; |