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His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease, And went with his comrades the apples to seize; He blamed and protested, but join'd in the plan; He shared in the plunder, but pitied the man.


'Twas in the glad season of spring,

Asleep at the dawn of the day, I dream'd what I cannot but sing,

So pleasant it seem'd as I lay. I dream'd that, on ocean afloat,

Far hence to the westward I sail'd, While the billows high lifted the boat,

And the fresh-blowing breeze never fail'd. In the steerage a woman I saw ;

Such at least was the form that she wore, Whose beauty impress'd me with awe,

Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side

Shed light, like a sun on the waves, And, smiling divinely, she cried

“I go to make freemen of slaves.” Then raising her voice to a strain

The sweetest that ear ever heard, She sung

of the slave's broken chain Wherever her glory appear’d. Some clouds, which had over us hung,

Fled, chased by her melody clear, And methought while she liberty sung,

'Twas liberty only to hear.

Thus swiftly dividing the flood,

To a slave-cultured island we came, Where a Demon, her enemy,

stoodOppression his terrible name. In his hand, as the sign of his sway,

A scourge hung with lashes he bore, And stood looking out for his prey

From Africa's sorrowful shore.

But soon as approaching the land

That goddess-like woman he view'd, The scourge he let fall from his hand,

With blood of his subjects imbrued. I saw him both sicken and die,

And the moment the monster expired, Heard shouts that ascended the sky,

From thousands with rapture inspired.

Awaking, how could I but muse

At what such a dream should betide ? But soon my ear caught the glad news,

Which served my weak thought for a guide,That Britannia, renown'd o'er the waves

For the hatred she ever had shown To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves,

Resolves to have none of her own.




A TRADER I am to the African shore,
But since that my trading is like to be o'er,
I'll sing you a song that you ne'er heard before,

Which nobody can deny, deny,

Which nobody can deny.
When I first heard the news it gave me a shock,
Much like what they call an electrical knock,
And now I am going to sell off my stock,

Which nobody can deny.
'Tis a curious assortment of dainty regales,
To tickle the Negroes with when the ship sails,
Fine chains for the neck, and a cat with nine tails,

Which nobody can deny.
Here's supple-jack plenty, and store of rat-tan,
That will wind itself round the sides of a man,
As close as a hoop round a bucket or can,

Which nobody can deny. Here's padlocks and bolts, and screws for the thumbs, That

squeeze them so lovingly till the blood comes ; They sweeten the temper like comfits or plums,

Which nobody can deny. When a Negro his head from his victuals withdraws, And clenches his teeth and thrusts out his paws, Here's a notable engine to open his jaws,

Which nobody can deny.

Thus going to market, we kindly prepare
A pretty


of African ware, For what they must meet with when they get there,

Which nobody can deny.

'Twould do

your heart good to see 'em below Lie flat on their backs all the way as we go, Like sprats on a gridiron, scores in a row,

Which nobody can deny.

But ah! if in vain I have studied an art
So gainful to me, all boasting apart,
I think it will break my compassionate heart,

Which nobody can deny.

For oh! how it enters my soul like an awl!
This pity, which some people self-pity call,
Is sure the most heart-piercing pity of all,

Which nobody can deny.

So this is my song, as I told you

before; Come, buy off my stock, for I must no more Carry Cæsars and Pompeys to Sugar-cane shore,

Which nobody can deny, deny,
Which nobody can deny.


FAREWELL, false hearts! whose best affections fail,
Like shallow brooks which summer suns exhale ;
Forgetful of the man whom once ye chose,
Cold in his cause, and careless of his woes;

I bid

you both a long and last adieu ! Cold in my turn, and unconcern'd like you.

First, farewell Niger! whom, now duly proved, I disregard as much as I have loved. Your brain well furnished, and your tongue well taught To press with energy your ardent thought, Your senatorial dignity of face, Sound sense, intrepid spirit, manly grace, Have raised you high as talents can ascend, Made you a peer, but spoilt you for a friend ! Pretend to all that parts have e'er acquired;. Be great, be fear’d, be envied, be admired; To fame as lasting as the earth pretend, But not hereafter to the name of friend! I sent you verse, and, as your lordship knows, Back'd with a modest sheet of humble prose, Not to recall a promise to your mind, Fulfill’d with ease had you been so inclined, But to comply with feelings, and to give Proof of an old affection still alive. Your sullen silence serves at least to tell Your alter'd heart; and so, my lord, farewell !

Next, busy actor on a meaner stage, Amusement-monger of a trifling age, Illustrious histrionic patentee, Terentius, once my friend, farewell to thee ! In thee some virtuous qualities combine, To fit thee for a nobler post than thine, Who, born a gentleman, hast stoop'd too low, To live by buskin, sock and raree-show. Thy schoolfellow, and partner of thy plays, When Nichol swung the birch and twined the bays,

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