regiment, to witness the scene. He saw it, and could hear what was said; and it is from his record of the event that this narrative is transmitted. The provost-marshal read the sentence aloud; twelve men of the rifle brigade were then ordered up to the guns. The command was given that the prisoners were to be shot two at a time. Six soldiers were to fire at each man. The guns had been previously loaded; only two in each six had ball cartridges in them, and none knew which they were. of course, had to take the best aim. All, Two of those supposed to be the ringleaders were the first ordered for execution; the one a Protestant, the other a Roman Catholic. They shook hands with their respective ministers, and with their wretched companions. They were then led forward to the prescribed distance from the riflemen, and ordered to kneel down. They did so. A soldier then tied a handkerchief round one man's eyes, but the other exclaimed: "Blind me not; let me look up as long as I can." He would not submit to be blindfolded, but knelt and looked up to heaven, his fine pale countenance presenting a perfect picture of manly resignation. The tears fell from his eyes as the provost-marshal gave the word of command"Fire!"—and both were instantaneously dead. Did not many a tear start from the eyes of those brave fellows who witnessed the scene? A soldier feels as much as a civilian, and it would be a false record which stated that even veterans did not weep. One of them, though he had nearly met his death by one of the deserters, wept as if he had seen his own brother shot. All eyes were now turned to the provost-marshal, who was expected to pronounce the names of the two next culprits who were to suffer; but what was the surprise of every soldier to hear him read the following proclamation: "Soldiers, you have been condemned justly as deserters, and have seen the execution carried into effect upon the bodies of your ringleaders; hear now the gracious pardon of the Governor. In the hope that justice has been answered, and that you will never again be guilty of such another crime, you are spared from death, and are restored to your respective duties. Go, repent, and live." Description must fail in the attempt to portray the features of those lately despairing men. Some threw them selves flat on the ground for joy, not knowing what they did. They embraced one another; they kissed each other; they went down on their knees, and sent up hallelujahs to the God of mercy. One poor fellow stood stock still, absolutely petrified almost to idiocy, and could not be persuaded, even by the chaplain, that he was pardoned, and was to live. All wept, and surely if angels joy in heaven over the souls of returning penitents, men may rejoice on earth, when they see mercy extended to their fellow-creatures. It was indeed a most pathetic, and at the same time, consoling sight, to witness the ebullitions of hearts overflowing with gratitude. Blessed spirits overcharged with benevolence, weeping for the joy of doing good, and, at the same time, giving thanks to the Great Author and Fountain of all mercies, your hearts only can conceive the joyful feelings which then, in the midst of sorrow, animated the countenances of those, who both showed and received mercy and pity. No pen can do it justice. It was indeed a heavenly sight, never to be forgotten. The poor fellows returned to barracks, and received the congratulations of their former companions. It was strange to mark the different manners of those men afterwards. But the soldiers were all marched in funeral procession past the dead bodies of the deserters, and were then dismissed to their respective quarters. A general joy diffused itself throughout the garrison and the town, and curiosity was stirring to become acquainted with the men who were pardoned. REV. R. COBBOLD. SLAVERY. O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own; and having power Sure there is need of social intercourse, To preach the gen'ral doom. When were the winds Let slip with such a warrant to destroy? When did the waves so haughtily o'erleap Have kindled beacons in the skies; and th' old THE AFRICAN CHIEF. Chain'd in the market-place he stood, A man of giant frame, Amid the gath'ring multitude That shrunk to hear his name; Vainly, but well, that chief had fought- Yet pride, that fortune humbles not, Show'd warrior true and brave; A prince among his tribe before, Undo this necklace from my neck, And send me where my brother reigns, With store of ivory from the plains, "Not for thy ivory, nor thy gold, For thou shalt be the Christian's slave, In lands beyond the sea." Then wept the warrior chief, and bade And, one by one, each heavy braid Thick were the plaited locks, and long, Shone many a wedge of gold among "Look! feast thy greedy eye with gold, Take it; my wife the long, long day And my young children leave their play, "I take thy gold; but I have made T |