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cruel and unbelieving minds raise up as many jeers and 10 objections as they may, the thing will proceed, " for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.”

We have now arrived at the conclusion that a brighter day is arising on Africa. Already I seem to see her

chains dissolved,-her desert plains turned into a fruit15 ful field,—her Congo and her Senegal the seats of sci

ence and religion, reflecting the glory of the rising sun from the spires of their churches and universities,-her Gambia and Niger whitened with her floating commerce,

her crowded cities sending forth the hum of business, 20 her poets and orators standing on the same shelf with

Milton and Burke,-and all her sons employed in the songs of salvation. And when that day shall come, I am sure posterity will see the names of Clarkson, Sharp,

Wilberforce, Thornton, and Gregoire, recorded on the 25 cities and monuments of a grateful continent.

We come to you this evening with our hands stretched out in supplication for Africa, which, though dark her skin, is one of our own mother's children.

We beseech you by that mercy which you hope to find, that 30 you do not reject our suit. We beseech you by the

tears which were once shed for you, that you aid us in wiping the tears of an oppressed race. I have no intention to practise on your feelings. I know too well the

piety and liberality of this metropolis. I only wish to 35 spread the object before you in its own native forms,

to lay open every wounded and aching part. I am sorry that I have not been able to do this with more suc

Your goodness will supply the rest. You will furnish the Synod with means to prosecute their benevo40 lent designs.

Beloved brethren, to live in such a world and age as this, brings with it immense obligations;—the world of all others which the Son of God redeemed with blood;

-the age selected from all ages to be the season of his 45 highest triumph and reward;—the spot and time, among

all worlds and periods, most interesting to the eyes of heaven. To exist in such a day, is a privilege which kings and prophets desired, but were not permitted to

enjoy. If ever the servants of God were a flame of 50 fire, this is the time to exhibit themselves such. You

stand, my beloved brethren, under an opening heaven


You stand by the tomb of a world rising from death
Be not stupid in such a day. Be not half awake. Let

your soul stand erect, looking out for the approaching 55 God. Let every nerve be strung to action." Great is

the human effort which the day calls for; great will be the triumph which faith and patience will achieve. It is but "a little while, and he that shall come, will come and will not tarry.

For my part I would rather be one 60 to follow the wheels of his victorious chariot, than to en

joy the triumphs of a Cæsar. Let a prostrate world prepare to sing, “Hosanna to the Son of David! blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord: hosanna in the highest!”

Exercise 94.

Abolition of the Slave Trade.-Christian OBSERVER. 1 Wòe to the land, whose wealth proclaims

Another land's undoing;
Whose trophied column rises high,

On robbery and ruin.
Brittania saw, with deep disdain,
The foul reproach, the coward stain,

The characters of blood;
She saw, and swēpt her shāme awāy,
While shouting round, in thick array,

Her patriot champions stood.
2 Proud was the morn whose early beams

Saw Pitt and For uniting,
And side by side, in holy band,

Their country's battle fighting.
Oh! if their spirits hover nigh,
How shall they hail with rapture high,

This day's revolving sun;
And hear our songs of triumph tell,
The prize, for which they fought so well,

The virtuous prize, is won!
3 Let France of prostrate Europe tell,

Exulting in her story;
usurper shall unenvied stretch

The reign of guilty glory.
His be the chaplet dropping göre,
And his the red plùme, waving o'er

A bleeding people's wo.
Scourge of the North, the South, the West!
The World, that bows at thy behest,

The World is still thy foe.
4 But thee, fair Daughter of the Seas,

Are brighter days attending,
And olive wreaths, with myrtle twined,

Around thy sceptre blending,
Though doomed perchance awhile to bear
Thy blazing agis high in air;

Beneath that ample shade,
Shall Europe's exiled virtue throng,
And Africa, redeemed from wrong,

Adore thy guardian aid.
5 So shalt thou rèst, through rolling years,

Secure in heaven's alliance,
And to a thousand circling foes

Breathe out a bold defiance.
Her eagle wing shall Victory wave
Around the arm that strikes to sàve;

And Earth applauding, see
The friend of every friendless name,
Foremost in blíss, and strength, and fáme,

The Friend of Freedom, free.


Eliza.-Darwin. Now stood Eliza, on the wood-crown'd height, O’er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight, Sought, with bold eye, amid the bloody strife,

Her dearer self, the partner of her life;
5 From hill to hill the rushing host pursu'd,

And viewed bis banner, or, believed she viewed.
Pleased with the distant roar, with quicker tread,
Fast by his hand, one lisping boy she led;

And one fair girl, amid the loud alarm
10 Slept on her kerchief, cradled by her arm;

While round her brows bright beams of honour dart,
And love's warm eddies circle round her heart.
-Near, and more near, the intrepid beauty pressed,

Saw, through the driving smoke, his dancing crest; 15 Heard the exulting shout, “They run! they run!"

“Great God!" she cried," he's safe! the battle 's won!”
-A ball now hisses through the airy tides,
(Some fury speeds it, and some demon guides!)

Parts the fine locks, her graceful head that deck, 20 Wounds her fair ear, and sinks into her neck;

The red stream issuing from her azure veins
Dyes her white veil, her ivory bosom stains.-

“Ah me!" she cried, (and, sinking on the ground, Kissed her dear babes, regardless of the wound;) 25 “ Oh, cease not yet to beat, thou vital urn!

Wait, gushing life, oh wait, my love's return! “ Hoarse barks the wolf, the vulture screams from far! "The angel, pity, shuns the walks of war!

"Oh spare, ye war hounds, spare their tender age! 30 “ On me, on me," she cried, " exhaust your rage!"

Then with weak'arms, her weeping babes caressed,
And, sighing, hid them in her blood-stained vest.

From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies,

(Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes:) 35 Eliza's name along the camp he calls,

Eliza! echoes through the canvass walls;
Quick through the murmuring gloom, his footsteps tread
O'er groaning heaps, the dying and the dead,

Vault o’er the plain, and, in the tangled wood, 40 Lo! dead Eliza, weltering in her blood!

-Soon hears his listening son the welcome sounds,
With open arms and sparkling eyes he bounds.-

Speak low," he cries, and gives his little hand,
“Eliza sleeps, upon the dew-cold sand.”
45 Poor weeping babe, with bloody fingers pressed,

And tried, with pouting lips, her milkless breast.
“ Alas! we both with cold and hunger quake-

Why do you weep?-Mamma will soon awake.”

-“She 'll wake no more!” the hopeless mourner cried, 50 Upturned his eyes, and clasped his hands, and sighed:

Stretched on the ground awhile entranced he lay,
And pressed warm kisses on the lifeless clay;
And then upsprung, with wild, convulsive start,

And, all the father kindled in his heart: 55 “0, Heavens!” he cried, my first rash vow forgive!

“ These bind to earth, for these I pray to live!”
Round his chill babes he wrapped his crimson vest
And clasped them, sobbing, to his aching breast.


Character of Mr. Brougham.- ANONYMOUS. Brougham, is a thuvderbolt. He may come in the dark, he may come at random, his path may be in the viewless and graspless air; but still, give him something

solid, let him come in contact with the earth, and, be it 5 beautiful or barren, it feels the power of his terrible visi

tation. You see not, or rather you heed not, the agent which works: but, just as when the arch-giant of physical destroyers rends his way, you see the kingdoms

of nature yielding at his approach, and the mightiest 10 of their productions brushed aside as though they were dust, or torn as though they were gossamer.

While he raises his voice in the house—while he builds firmly and broadly the bases of his own proposi

tions, and snatches from every science a beam to enlarge 15 and strengthen his work; and while he indignantly beats

down and tramples upon all that has been reared by his antagonist, you feel as if the wind of annihilation were in his hand, and the power of destruction in his possess

sion. 20 There cannot be a greater treat than to hear Brough

am upon one of those questions which give scope for the mighty swell of his mind, and which permit him to launch the bolts of that tremendous sarcasm, for which

he has not now, and perhaps never had, an equal in the 25 house. When his display is a reply, you see his long

and lathy figure drawn aside from others, and coiled up within itself like a snake, and his eyes glancing from under the slouched hat, as fiery and as fatal as those of

the basilisk; you mark the twin demons of irony and 30 contempt, playing about the tense and compressed line of his mouth.

Up rises the orator, slowly and clumsily. His body, swung into an attitude which is none of the most grace

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